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.


17. Chapter 17

In my mind, life ceased to exist.  I was alone, and on my own.  The miles got less, and less; soon I would be back in the town I loved.

            I was there in less than an hour from leaving the camp.  I first went to my old home, the place I grew up, the place I was raised to be who I am today; but was that a good thing.

            This two acers of land my father bought at a young age for twenty-thousand dollars.  My father was very inspirational to me, not any more, for he passed the day this war started.

            In my house there was hiding places, places my dad didn’t know about; but I did.  Under the first story stair well, I had hidden: fifteen boxes of 9mm ammo, a thirty-day food ration, and gallons of water.

            This was a big part of coming here.  After I retrieved these items, it would be the last time I seen this house.  With two, five gallon cans, I doused the whole house with gas.  On my ways to the Humvee, with the assistance of a Zippo lighter, I ended my child hood.  This was the new beginning.

            Next was to a shopping district, the place I called, “The Big Pear”.  Initially as a joke with Gabe, but then it started to resemble the place.  A place where you remember community, like pear in the tree.  But when the tree falls, the pears become unattached.

            In the small town of Altoona, I would come to meet three kids, kids I knew: Jaden, Tyler, and Konner.  Jaden was a male, just to clarify.

            Tyler was in bad health, but could be brought back from the dark abyss he was traveling towards.  If we could get him back to the camp, he would survive.

            Konner was tall, and semi-heavy.  But the weight was not in fat.  Konner was the largest of us four.  He would be a good fighter, but he was defiant and had a mind of his own.

            Hunter was also a free mind; we see where that got him.  Between us; Konner was the only one capable of overthrowing me.  It would be in his best interest not to though.

            In have proven capable of killing someone I was close to, but not in vein, in the name of a future for all the people in the camp.

            We gathered supplies from this area.  We were well prepared for the ride back, but it wasn’t time yet.  Though money is useless in such circumstances, it would provide leverage when the plan was through.  Just like the GOP candidate: Donnie Malcomroy, who was the richest man in the country, who was also leading the poles.

            I could get money easily from a bank, and every bank.  So that is what we did.  Every bank we hit was loaded, at least twenty-thousand; each!

            But there was still six days till I was expected to return to the camp.  These days where far from a vacation.  I would work harder these days than I ever have at the camp.

            Thus the battle begins!



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