Opening the door to his house, Ivan rushed in. "Guys, I'm home!" He yelled hoping to get a response. As soon as the other stepped through the door, the stench of blood rushed to their nose. Johnathan's eyes fell in sadness. He looked at Ivan, who was desperately walking through the house, yelling for them.
Getting to the stairs, Ivan grabbed onto the railing, but when he did, he lifted his hand immediately. Lifting it and looking at it, he saw it dyed his palm red. Tears fell from his face as he rushed up the stairs. Reaching the second floor, the sight made tears fall even harder. The body of his mother, on the ground in her own pool of blood.
Running to her, he checked up on her body. "Please! No!"
Turning her onto her back, he saw the wound on the side of her head. It was like she was hit with a pipe or a bar. Ivan, with tears in his eyes, looked up. Looking at the door that led to his room and the trail of blood flowing from it made him stand. The two were silently following behind with their own tears.
To Johnathan, they were like his second family. Ivan, Danny, and he were together since they were in kindergarten. The scene definitely wasn't something he thought he'd ever see.
Ivan walked through the door and fell on the floor, crying his heart out.
The two followed him inside. Seeing the dead bodies of Ivan's two siblings made them shut their eyes. They also shut their nose because of the horrendous stench.
Slowly releasing his fingers from his nose and opening his eyes, Johnathan walked two Ivan and put his hand on his back, rubbing it. Ivan cried his heart out. Moving to his brother and sister, that were beside each other, he held them in his hand. "Fuck this apocalypse! Why did this happen to us!" He cried out.
"I don't know. But we can't give up and die. Your family wouldn't want you to die. So don't go doing something stupid."
Johnathan knew how he felt. Knowing that your family is gone makes you depressed. Even he had thoughts of suicide. But he knew that his parents and brother wouldn't want him dying the pathetic way.
"Ivan come. You want to see this." Danny said from the washroom. He had a sad look on his face when he spoke. Johnathan, from that, knew whatever he wanted Ivan to see wasn't something good.
Ivan wiped his tears and got up. While sobbing, Ivan walked towards the washroom.
Opening the door, Danny shut. He saw his father hung on a lamp. Immediately, he fell to the ground once again and cried. Seeing his father bloodied and hung with a rope destroyed any hopes of his father surviving.
Johnathan walked into the washroom with Danny and picked up a piece of paper that was folded in half. On the front, the words were clear. It read,
{To Ivan,
From: dad}
Tapping Ivan on the shoulder, interrupting his cries, he handed him the letter. He got up and wiped his tears for the nth time. Ivan unfolded the letter and started reading.
{ Ivan,
I'm so sorry for being this weak. When the apocalypse started, me, your mother, and your siblings were eating breakfast. But before I knew it, your mother and brother turned. Before I could even think about saving your sister or running away, they caught your sister, turning her. They chased me around the house. They scratched me, but me. But even with all that, I couldn't kill them. I loved them. The thought of killing them turned my stomach. So I ran instead of fighting. Eventually, we reached the second floor. I couldn't keep this up, so I knew that had to kill them. I used a crowbar that was in the storage room and killed your mother first. My heart fell. I felt like a monster. But I couldn't mourn. Your siblings were still chasing after me.
Getting to your room, I killed your siblings. With the amount of guilt I was feeling, I thought it would be better if I just died. I failed to protect my family. At first, I thought cutting off my arm was a good idea since I was bit there. I would've been able to see you and watch you grow up. But I was too scared. That and the amount of guilt led me to kill myself. Funny isn't it.
All those times I said suicide was pathetic and only losers did it. Yet here I am, dead.
Son, I know how hard it must be to be alone. But please. Live. Live for not only me, but your mother and siblings. Grow old, marry and have children in this messed up world. Again, I'm sorry.
I LOVE you, Ivan. Never forget that.}
Tears fell on the paper and smudged the writing. All the thoughts about giving up disappeared. His will to live was stronger than ever. How could he give up and die when his family wants him to live? He can't do that.
Wiping the tears that were left on his face, he smiled and swore in his heart to survive. Turning back to his friends, he said, "let's go. I got a present for you, Johnathan."
"What about me?"
Ivan chuckled and said, "I got something for you too. Don't worry Danny."
Ivan walked out of the washroom as a new man and went down the stairs towards the basement. The two followed closely behind and watched what Ivan was about to do.
Arriving at a drywall inside the basement, Ivan drew back his fists and punched at it.
*crack*
The wall broke, revealing a black case. Ivan reached in and took it out. He put the case on the ground and opened it, finally showing the boys what was inside it.
A white desert eagle.
"Wow, you have a fucking Deagle," Johnathan exclaimed in awe.
Ivan nodded and explained that they kept it for safety reasons. He then looked at Danny, who had stars in his eyes. Wryly smiling, he said, "When I said I had something for you, I meant clothes. Sorry, bro. You already have your elbow blades."
"It's fine," Danny said dejectedly.
Ivan turned his focus back on Johnathan, and continuum's explaining things about the weapon. Like how to fire, reload, etc. "We have 19 bullets. That's enough for like two rounds. Make sure you don't waste all of them."
Johnathan excitedly took the loaded gun from Ivan's hands and held it. 'With time stop, I'll be unstoppable.' Quickly taking the holster from the car and putting it on himself, he put the gun in and let it hang on his left side.
"Now then, let's go back to my room."
"Don't tell me!" Danny asked.
Johnathan smiled, as he also guessed why the reason they were going to go back to his room for was.
With a big grin, Ivan nodded his head. "Yup, the fucking Katana."
Ivan had honestly forgotten about the weapons until they reached his house. Not that it was unimportant. The reason was that he had other things on his mind, like his parents. He remembered about the gun yesterday, but he thought his family would've already used it. Unfortunately, they were dead. So with no one using the gun, he gave it to Johnathan. Don't get him wrong, though. He wanted it. It would make killing zombies a lot easier to kill. But with Johnathan's abilities, the gun would be in better hands.
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Reaching the room, Ivan crawled under his bed. Pulling a red wooden box with him, the others watched with smiles on their faces. They had already seen how nice the katana was. They knew how much Ivan spent on it.
Placing the box on the bed and opening it revealed a beautiful black and red Katana. The blade had some gold carvings, which made the piece even better. Taking it out of the box and grabbing the sheath beside it, he put it in.
After it was in the sheath, he put the robe that was on it around his shoulder. With his Karan resting on his back, the other whistled.
"Damn, you look badass right now."
"For real. Looking like a fucking god."
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TITLE: Tragedy and weapons