(Killjoys) How I Survived -1- The Past

  In 2012 a virus started in California. It killed eveything in its path. People,animals,plants,everything. It was horrifying. It was onstoppable. When the virus finally came around to our small town in Michigan my parents ordered me to stay inside and they handed me what they called, a ray gun. Now, I was 12 at the time and had no idea why they would give me one. It only made me more scared of what was happening.

 In 2015 the virus had finished in America and was currently spreading in other places around the world. Thats when my parents, and many other people, thought it would be safe to come out of hiding. But boy were they wrong. My dad told me to stay inside just so they could make sure it was safe for me. They had got to the end of our driveway and had started walking back with smiling face intill my dad stopped. His hand went to his throat and he started to cough like mad,seconds later my mom did they same thing. I sprinted out and went to them, only to realize why. The air. It was all.. I can't even describe it. I tried to help my parents to the house but it was too late. I watched in horror as my parents slowly began to stop coughing and close there eyes.

  No 15 year old should have to see there parents die right infront of their eyes.

 After I started to cough, I ran inside and downed a cup of water. I locked the doors, promising myself that I would never ever go outside or look out the kitchen window, In the fear of seeing my parents lifeless bodies. Now, you can all guess what happened after this. Crying,crying,crying,and crying. It wasn't intill 2017 that I got over my parents death. Well, I was more forced to get over it.

Men with white suits took me to a town called Battery City. To my surprise the air was.. clean? Battery City wasn't that bad. Tall glass buildings,clean water,grass that wasn't fake. I got my own house and I was very lonely. Going to school everyday with people that had taken this pill that had made them "forever happy".But that all changed in 2019. I had just got home from my job (I worked at the pill company to my dismay) when I was looking out my window and saw 4 people dressed in bright clothing. They shoot the men in white suits (which I soon found out were called draculoids, or dracs) and drove out the gates in a colorful Trans Am.

Weeks later I saw posters all over the city with their faces on them, the words "WANTED" in thick black letters on the top. I tore every singe on down. I found out what they wore, what they did, why they did it, and much more. That's when I made a choice. I wanted to be a killjoy. I found all my brightest clothes I had secretly saved and dyed my blonde hair. I also found the white raygun my parents had given me when I was 12. I painted it with rainbow colors. I walked up to my mirror and looked at myself. I had on bright red skinny jeans, a lime green shirt with a black music note, combat boots, fingerless gloves,and my hair was now completely blue. I heald up my raygun and smiled. My parents had never played by the rules. Maybe they wanted me to rebel? Naaawwww, I shook my head and laughed. I'm going crazy.

I packed a small backpack with water,food,more water,food, and er, "female products". Walking to my front door I took a rainbow bandana and tied it around my neck. After closing the door I looked around, the sun was setting in the distance. I walked over to the gates (hiding behind buildings and trash cans till I get there) and shot the one closest to me. It felt weird to shoot someone. But then again,these aren't people anymore. After they take the pill,you become this emotionless zombie and I've taken the pill once before. I hated it. By the time I had finished talking to myself, all the other dracs were running towards me,shooting. Dayumm,they have bad aim. Maybe their dru- shit! I ducked down,barely missing a laser. I jumped up and started shooting like mad. I had surprisingly good aim. But then again, my dad and me used to always do archery. But back to the story> I had shot them all. Good for a beginner, eh? I crashed through the gates and ran,ran,ran. When I stopped,I looked up at the stars and smiled. I was free. Or at least that what I thought.

My name is Ella Maxwell, and this is how I survived.

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This would be longer but I'm getting forced off the computer!