The World After: Chapter One
As they put a bag over your head, you automatically decide to fight back. You've always fought back, even if it was a custody fight over your daughter. None of that matters anyways. They killed your daughter. You don't care if she was dead anyways. It was something YOU had to do.
You stand straight up and kick whoever was in front of you. You quickly pull off the pillow case and run the opposite direction of the truck.
Another man comes out of the truck and picks the one you injured into his arms. As you look back, you see nothing but a glare from a silver item in the second man's hands. A newly shined pistol. Too bad you didn't get to see that beauty for long, because you are a dead man.
Darkness.
You stand straight up and kick whoever was in front of you. You quickly pull off the pillow case and run the opposite direction of the truck.
Another man comes out of the truck and picks the one you injured into his arms. As you look back, you see nothing but a glare from a silver item in the second man's hands. A newly shined pistol. Too bad you didn't get to see that beauty for long, because you are a dead man.
Darkness.
