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The Gas Canister

🇺🇸yohanarul
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Chapter 1 - Tag

It was a bright afternoon and things were going as they always go, the daily joggers, kids playing tag in the field, and empty roads. But all that didn't last for very long as a green-colored smoke emerged from all directions at the same time onto the field where the kids were playing. We all thought nothing of it because the teens down the street usually pulled pranks and shenanigans like this, But when the smoke cleared all the kids were laying on the ground pale as can be. One of the children's mothers shrieked from horror as all the other adults were paralyzed in fear and surprise. I and a few others rushed to them, when I got there I searched one of the boy's pulse. There wasn't a pulse to be felt. Someone shouted, "SHE IS STILL BREATHING SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE!!".I rushed over there and called the ambulance. After I called I sat down next to the little girl who appeared to be 7 or 8 and took their hand. I kept my hand on her wrist feeling her pulse and praying that it wouldn't stop. The pulse was getting weaker and weaker as the seconds passed by. We all sat without saying anything listening to the cries of the parents whose children did not survive. The girl's parents had left her here with her friends so they weren't here to be with her. A stranger asked the crowd that had formed around her "Does anyone here know her parents because if you do please inform her parents of this now."As I looked around at the faces of the weeping mothers and dead children tears welled up in my eyes. "How did this happen…" I whispered solemnly. As the words escaped my mouth my heart dropped as I no longer felt her pulse in my hand. The tears that had welled up in my eyes broke their shackles and ran down my face. I looked up and saw a man with a smile on his face. His eyes looked hollow without feeling. He was wearing a black trench coat and jeans with black boots. He reached into his trench coat and pulled out a gas container and stared at me. I started to see red with rage as I stood up. The man looked me in the eyes trying to pierce my soul but I wouldn't let him. It felt like we were the only people around. He said in a deep cold voice "Die". At that moment all my rage was replaced by pure unparalleled fear. I blinked and he was gone. I collapsed and the last thing I saw with blurry vision was the people of the crowd were rushing toward me then it went all black.