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.


5. Chapter 5

It has been three months since I went to Walmart.  Outside my house is a stack of bodies two stories high.  The atmosphere is cloudy with the smoke from the clothes I have to burn to stay warm.  I have acquired two more people, besides Gabe.  Theirs Michael, who requires special care, due to his gluten free disability, and Hunter.

            I was out, down by the river.  A place I learned to love, but it’s not the same.  The river was practically red, from the blood from the freaks, and the dead people.  “Bang,” that is all I heard, then I was out.  What happened, I have no clue, but what I do know is it hurt.

            When I woke up, there where bright lights, about six of them.  Five on the outside one in the middle.  I couldn’t move my arms or legs more than three or four inches, it seemed whomever knocked me out, has tied me to this table, possibly an operating table.  Then the silence ended, with a loud screech the heavy metal door opened.  In came a tall, stout fellow.  He was in all white, with a surgical mask, and gloves on.  He was carrying a knife and a long thick syringe.  I was acting as if I was still out.

            When he tried to stick the syringe in my arm I jumped, as far as I could.  I yelled as loud as I could.  This man didn’t know I was an abled body kid, I wasn’t a freak, did I really look that bad?  He cut my restraints immediately, and began a long apology.

            I was at a camp, there had to be twenty people there.  All in full body, hazmat suit.  They were well-armed, and well protected with ten-foot barbed wire fence.  There was food, there was water.  They had beautiful heated buildings.  But none of this processed to me, why did they knock me out?

            I got to walking around and met a guy by the name of “Nathan”.  Nathan was short, muscular, and knew his way around a weapon.  Nathan told me that, him and a few others were going to go kill a few freaks.  This was my chance to shine, I can final prove to you that I’m worthy of survival.

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