The air was thick, almost as if the blood had absorbed itself into it and was piercing every internal orifice of my body. My best friend Cash lay before me in a pile blood produced by a single 9mm round to the forehead, which would be my doing. You see, Cash hasn’t really been himself these last few days and when I noticed the bite on his arm it was only understood that I do what had to be done. Death, it’s complicated yet simple, something we all must face yet the time is still yet to be determined. Three years ago…… has it really been that long? Three years ago the President of this great union informed the citizens of the United States that that union was no more, wished everyone luck, and then left us with the fearful words, “May God Be With You”. Hugh…….more and more these days I find myself resorting to the good book to look for answers to explain what has happened and why. Man may have caused this disaster, but maybe God would fix it. Who am I kidding God was the only hope that I had left and I wasn’t going to give up on that hope, not yet at least. Consider this my last will and testament; because now as night descends on this clearing in the isolated hills of Oklahoma, and as I finish this last sentence they will surely be coming. I am the last of my kind and if God will not save me from these demons then I pray at least he will accept me into his kingdom. I slide the last bullet into my clip and push it slowly into the handle of my Glock, listening careful for that fateful click which installs some security in my mind. This was my last stand, my last few moments in this life, yet fear doesn’t grip me. Happiness somehow finds its’ way into my drifting mind, memories of my life, memories of what used to be and what will be flood my thoughts, and for the first time in three years I am laughing, I am happy. It is all finally over and though I may have lost the battle of life I have won the war for an eternity to come.
The sunshine elegantly flowing through the trees stirs me from my sleep. A mist encircles me and I look for cash’s body but can’t find it. They must have taken him in the night, and anger floods me. Why? Why didn’t they take me too, why did God let me live? Voices fill my head, voices of past loved ones, people who meant so much to me. The rising sun slowly dissolves the mist around me and as I slowly raise my head I see my friends and family. I see my wife and my three children all smiling at me. I see all the people that I loved so dearly in my life encircling me, I see Cash and I realize that I am finally home.
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