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of my life for no reason. I was checking the perimeter with my
binoculars when, as usual, Lita attacked. As usual, her attack was successful
and I ended up on my back. Lita pulled her knife, part of our game. I was
hoping she’d come lay on top of me. Instead, she faked a strike at my exposed
throat, and I laughed, just as her head exploded, showering me with gore.
I immediately knew she was dead. No
time to think or react. A fuzzy buzzing sound in my head my only response. I
guess that’s what they call being in shock.
I had seen the muzzle flash. Ian was
on his way back in and came running when he heard the shot. I pointed to where
the shot had come from, under an old fuel truck across the street. I think we
may have brought the truck there months ago while we were looting the armory.
Anyway, the shot had come from there.
Ian lined up a shot and started
covering fire with his AR 15. I ran to a low concrete wall in the parking lot
and starting pouring some shots in with my .338. I heard some yelling from
over there, but I could not make out what they were saying. Nor did I care.
They’d just shot and killed Lita, whoever they were. They had to die.
I signaled to Ian to grab a
hand-fired rocket, and he went to get one while I kept them pinned down. They
weren’t firing back, which was weird. Maybe we’d hit them, maybe they were out
of ammo.
I felt blind rage. The only good
thing in my life, Lita, taken from me. Why?
Ian fired the rocket, which was a
miss. We carefully approached the shooter, who pinned us down but then stopped
shooting.
Chapter
27: Jack’s Journey—Payback
Something was wrong. I’d saved Mike,
with a perfect shot even, but his reaction was all wrong. Mike was now trying
to kill me. Firing accurate kill shots and rockets at me. Now I knew what I’d
done. Killed someone that Mike cared about, maybe loved.
There are moments in your life when
your priorities become crystal clear. It’s one thing to have a drunken, or
stoned, conversation about who you would save, your wife or your kids. Or your
father or your mother. It’s another to know. I realized, right then, that if
it came down to Kate or Mike, I’d pick Kate. I also realized that Mike was
about to kill me, which I think is a mitigating circumstance. Anyway, I
quickly decided that I would try not to be killed by Mike, not to kill Mike,
but do my best to see Kate again before I died. A shitty plan, but the best I
could come up with at the time.
When you see a rocket attack in the
movies, it seems to move almost in slow motion. In real life, it starts slow
and ends fast. I watched a rocket come right at me, pass right next to my
right side, glance off Micah’s left leg, ricochet off the left, and explode
about fifty feet away when it hit a tree. Micah didn’t even go down, but I
think it busted his leg. He started sobbing silently as he dropped in slow
motion to the ground.
I could see Mike and another guy, a
big bastard, coming after us. I fired a few rounds close to them to slow them
down while I set up Micah on the ground.
“We only have a few seconds. When
they get close, keep your hands in the air and don’t fight them. They might
hurt you but they won’t kill you. They need to know what you know. As long as
you don’t tell them, they’ll keep you alive. I’ll be back for you, but I have
to go now.”
Micah gave me a sad but trusting
look, then passed out.
I ran.
Chapter 28: Mike’s Journal—Cold
Rage
It took me about two seconds when we
reached the shooter to realize two things. First, this guy was not the
shooter. He seemed like a helpless idiot and was clearly not in charge of
anything. He had a busted leg, femur I think, and was holding a shotgun, which
was not the weapon that took out Lita. He was sobbing and sniveling
uncontrollably.
Second, I somehow immediately knew
that my father was
binoculars when, as usual, Lita attacked. As usual, her attack was successful
and I ended up on my back. Lita pulled her knife, part of our game. I was
hoping she’d come lay on top of me. Instead, she faked a strike at my exposed
throat, and I laughed, just as her head exploded, showering me with gore.
I immediately knew she was dead. No
time to think or react. A fuzzy buzzing sound in my head my only response. I
guess that’s what they call being in shock.
I had seen the muzzle flash. Ian was
on his way back in and came running when he heard the shot. I pointed to where
the shot had come from, under an old fuel truck across the street. I think we
may have brought the truck there months ago while we were looting the armory.
Anyway, the shot had come from there.
Ian lined up a shot and started
covering fire with his AR 15. I ran to a low concrete wall in the parking lot
and starting pouring some shots in with my .338. I heard some yelling from
over there, but I could not make out what they were saying. Nor did I care.
They’d just shot and killed Lita, whoever they were. They had to die.
I signaled to Ian to grab a
hand-fired rocket, and he went to get one while I kept them pinned down. They
weren’t firing back, which was weird. Maybe we’d hit them, maybe they were out
of ammo.
I felt blind rage. The only good
thing in my life, Lita, taken from me. Why?
Ian fired the rocket, which was a
miss. We carefully approached the shooter, who pinned us down but then stopped
shooting.
Chapter
27: Jack’s Journey—Payback
Something was wrong. I’d saved Mike,
with a perfect shot even, but his reaction was all wrong. Mike was now trying
to kill me. Firing accurate kill shots and rockets at me. Now I knew what I’d
done. Killed someone that Mike cared about, maybe loved.
There are moments in your life when
your priorities become crystal clear. It’s one thing to have a drunken, or
stoned, conversation about who you would save, your wife or your kids. Or your
father or your mother. It’s another to know. I realized, right then, that if
it came down to Kate or Mike, I’d pick Kate. I also realized that Mike was
about to kill me, which I think is a mitigating circumstance. Anyway, I
quickly decided that I would try not to be killed by Mike, not to kill Mike,
but do my best to see Kate again before I died. A shitty plan, but the best I
could come up with at the time.
When you see a rocket attack in the
movies, it seems to move almost in slow motion. In real life, it starts slow
and ends fast. I watched a rocket come right at me, pass right next to my
right side, glance off Micah’s left leg, ricochet off the left, and explode
about fifty feet away when it hit a tree. Micah didn’t even go down, but I
think it busted his leg. He started sobbing silently as he dropped in slow
motion to the ground.
I could see Mike and another guy, a
big bastard, coming after us. I fired a few rounds close to them to slow them
down while I set up Micah on the ground.
“We only have a few seconds. When
they get close, keep your hands in the air and don’t fight them. They might
hurt you but they won’t kill you. They need to know what you know. As long as
you don’t tell them, they’ll keep you alive. I’ll be back for you, but I have
to go now.”
Micah gave me a sad but trusting
look, then passed out.
I ran.
Chapter 28: Mike’s Journal—Cold
Rage
It took me about two seconds when we
reached the shooter to realize two things. First, this guy was not the
shooter. He seemed like a helpless idiot and was clearly not in charge of
anything. He had a busted leg, femur I think, and was holding a shotgun, which
was not the weapon that took out Lita. He was sobbing and sniveling
uncontrollably.
Second, I somehow immediately knew
that my father was
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