Mad Human

When the world takes a turn to the worst, there is one hope, that is a teenager: Noah Theodore Kuklo. Noah will do what it takes to make his, and his friends life’s better, even if it breaks him. He will fight, not only the undiscovered virus, but also himself; from the mental struggles of losing his friends and family, to having to do the morally wrong, and going against all the things that was taught to him as important. But in the middle of an apocalypse, nothing matters but survival.


14. Chapter 14

For the last three days, I spent alone.  I was stalling my plans to overthrow the leadership.  But three days of isolation would be the time to think of my way to finish what I had started.  Not only have I killed two people, but I lost a friend.

            I knew not the time of day, nor the day of month; I was deep in the earth, where they kept the bombs.  This was my sleeping quarters; it was once Nathan’s.  The key word is once, but now it is mine, and only mine.  No one else was allowed down here.

            This is the place I have grown to love.  Something about the light deprivation was soothing in the middle of an apocalypse.  I had made this area like home; there was a book case, gun cabinet, and a queen sized bed.  The bed was too big for me, I often slept on the floor anyhow.

            Why do you care, should you care?  I want you to know more about my three days in confinement.  I want you to understand what I put myself through, and it wasn’t easy.

            The first day, after Michael’s death; I was broken.  I didn’t know what to do with myself, I was angry, I partly blamed myself for his death.  He was young, he could have had a life ahead of him.  He deserved more, he at least deserved to be buried, rather than left dead in the streets.

            The second day, I was angry.  I was the best leader, and most reliable.  I was not to be the “Leader of Arms”, I was born to be at the top; even if that meant killing, back stabbing, or lying.  I would do all of these, I would get to the top, if it took my last breath.

            The last part of my plan would start, as soon as I was done mourning Michaels death.  It would take two weeks, fifty more deaths, of good people, and allot of my sanity.

            The last day was spent, planning.  I knew every corridor I would use, every cartage I would fire, and each person, by name, that would die, in the name of a better leadership.

            Before I could start, I needed to know that Michael would rest in peace.  We had to find his body.  That was the only way I would be able to sleep, the rest of my life.

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