An English Assignment

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Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens and deciding that they were all empty, he unbolted his door.

Submitted: April 05, 2011

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Submitted: April 05, 2011



He walked home from school. It had been one of the worst days ever. He had a ton of homework to do, most due tomorrow, and none of it started. He could hardly stay awake during the last two periods and now had to go to his bullshit job. He couldn’t wait to go home and sleep. Or play the new game he got. And maybe go out later. All he knew that it was going to be the worst week ever. And then he woke up.


He sat up in bed, it was Monday morning. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he walked over to the televisions he had placed on his desk, all of which were hooked up to the CCTv cameras he had positioned in each of the rooms of his house. He surveyed the rooms on the screens, and deciding that they were all empty he unbolted his door. He picked up the heavy blood splattered axe he had leaning on the end of his bed, just to be on the safe side, and slowly opened the door. He quickly walked from room to room checking all his windows where intact. Once satisfied he begrudgingly sat down to eat the last of his cereal and half a squishy pear, there was no need to check his fridge, he knew it was empty. He remembered the old days, when the worst of his problems was school and work and all that crap. That had actually been quite a pleasant dream. It seemed almost ridicules that those kinds of days ended only months ago. A lot can happen in a day, which is 86 400 seconds. A bullet can travel a little under 900 metres in a second. A lot can happen in a second. His thoughts were interrupted by a smash some rooms behind him and immediately he dropped to the ground. Crawling on his hands and knees, and holding his breath, he slowly made his way to the window the intruder was entering from. He positioned himself next to the window and stood up, ready to swing at the now silent window frame. He gripped the axe tighter and braced himself.



Hearing a scream from outside he stood back, just as the assailant, a young girl, gripped the broken glass around his window sill and launched herself through, cutting herself to ribbons in the process, and landed face down in front of him. Without hesitation he stood on the small of the attackers back swung down hard. The axe made a dull thud as it mashed onto the back of his enemy’s skull, but still the little girl still spasmed beneath his foot so he swung again this time aiming for the side of her head. He received no pleasure from hearing the muffled crack that meant that the frequently sharpened blade had found it way home. She stopped moving and he stood back letting go of the weapon, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He leaned against the wall and tried to slow his breathing back to normal. Looking down on the poor soul he had just executed, his thoughts once again drifted to the times some months ago, now unreasonably alien to him.


It had been the government of cause, but more specifically the military. Trying to create a better soldier by inhibiting certain parts of the brain and having others constantly stimulated, they wished to rid the soldiers of the emotions unneeded in battle, fear, compassion, empathy, sadness, and completely fill their being with only those needed to survive, rage, euphoria and thoughts of immortality. It was also transferable, the infected soldier knew not to attack each other and if it could be passed on through blood, sweat or saliva; it would in turn create a bigger army. It’s amazing how stupid some people are. When he had first heard about it on the news he ignored it, and when it reached the shores of Australia he did nothing more than lock his door at night. But when he had two of them trying to smash down his bedroom door he realised this wasn’t just more hype from an overzealous media.


He stepped forward and wiggled the blade free from the head of the lost child, spraying blood onto his floor of his home. His home had become his fortress, it had started off as an impenetrable place of safety, one he had barricaded himself in. Not caring about the state of the world outside. But with each window he boarded up and every blood stain he cleaned from his walls he was beginning to realise that his home was not as safe as he first thought and the outside world he had immediately forsaken may be his only choice. A shadow passed along the wall opposite to the now gaping window and he instinctively dropped to the floor. He had often wondered of the level of intelligence these creatures possessed and he prayed it had not seen him. But the shadow passed and he silently rejoiced. However his feelings of happiness were shattered by four more smashes from different parts of his “impenetrable fortress.” He remembered how he had barely escaped with his life last time there was multiple of them and with his now zero food situation, and he realised that he may have to leave soon.

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