Insanity

12th January 2016

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Brooklyn screamed into her desk, hands roughly buried in her hair. She sat up slowly and looked at the many scrunched up pieces of paper. Her cheeks were stained from previous tears, her chestnut brown hair was tangled. "I can't...I can't find the cure! Countless people are dying, all because of that damn fucking experiment!" she cried, both anger and sadness could be detected within her voice.

Suddenly, glass was shattered from the other side of the house. Brook, in a state of panic, pushed her chair from underneath her as she stood up and tore through countless drawers in search of her pistol. When she found it, she checked the magazine for ammunition, unfortunately finding nothing.

"Shit!" Brook swore under her breath. The scientist began frantically searching more drawers as psychotic laughter filled the hallways outside of her office. Just as her door slammed open, Brooklyn found her spare ammo and filled her empty magazine just in time to point the gun at her neighbor. "John, don't do this! This isn't you!" Brook begged, but her room mate was long gone. He grinned wildly and ran towards her. Just before he could grab her neck, Brook managed to shoot him once in the gut.

He staggered slightly, holding his wound tightly. John looked at her with crazy eyes that screamed that he was insane. John slowly walked towards his room mate almost acting as if he had never been shot. Brooklyn shot again, this time hitting him in the chest. The impact caused John to fall backwards. His body was suddenly limp as death had taken it's toll on the once kind man.

Brook slowly towards her old room mate, pointing her pistol at him. His lower torso was blood stained and his chest had a great hole in it where she had shot him. His lips were stained red as the shot in his gut had sent blood up through his body towards his mouth. She looked at his dead eyes, the eyes that had once been kind and made many people around John feel safe. Brooklyn could see that he had hit his head agains the floor hard enough to crack the back of his skull open.

Brooklyn began to gag as tears streamed down her cheeks. She dropped her gun and fell to the ground, screaming into her shaking hands. Her whole body trembled from guilt and shock. Once Brook had began to calm herself down, she slowly reached over to John's eyes and closed them.

"Rest in peace John, I-I'm so sorry..." Brook said quietly, her voice shaking. She stood up slowly and grabbed her pistol, along with all her ammunition. She quietly made her way upstairs and pulled a backpack out from under her bed. It was full of extra ammo, a few clothes, a knife and some food and water. She pulled the old combat knife out and rooked it into a small pouch that she had also taken out of her bag. Brooklyn slipped the gun into the back of her jeans and attached the knife holder onto her belt.

Brook made her way to the back door and ran into the forest, which was attached to her back garden. Screams, sirens and phsycotic laughter could be heard from the city in the distance. Brooklyn and John had lived far from the city as they preferred the country. She looked back towards her home, which was lit up from the fires in the city.

"I won't give up..." Were her final words.