Chapter Fourteen: The Cessation

Chapter Two

Together they silently walked towards the restaurant, each hoping that the other would come up with an excuse for them to turn around and go back to their hotel. At this point, the flimsiest of reasons to reverse course would be welcomed with open arms. They both knew they were walking into a trap: a figurative one for her, a literal one for him. She was the only daughter of Angelo Giamatto, the Don of the Scaligniari family. He was a freshly graduated FBI agent assigned to New York’s White Collar Crime Division.

The money was just sitting there. I couldn’t stop staring at it. In the midst of all the chaos going on around me, I found myself solely focused on it. I peeked out from my hiding spot to see if the coast was clear. Bullets were wildly flying through the air like hungry mosquitoes. I ducked down and gathered my nerve. Then I made a mad dash for the bag. Once I had it in my hands, I hugged it tightly to my chest and started looking for an exit. Right beside me, laid the freshly slain body of one of Gustav’s henchmen in a growing pool of his own bright red blood. His gun was just a few feet away from him. I started to grab it, but hesitated. What am I doing? I’m not a killer, I’m an accountant!

It all started when our adventure-loving...adventurer, Jane Brasky, woke up in a imaginery desert. It was the sixth time it had happened. Feeling abundantly displeased, Jane Brasky groped a ripened avocado, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). Suddenly cheered up by the Hamtaro theme song, she realized that her beloved charm bracelet was missing! Immediately she called her favorite person , Leroy Jenkins. Jane Brasky had known Leroy Jenkins for (plus or minus) 20 years, the majority of which were curious ones. Leroy Jenkins was unique. He was outgoing though sometimes a little... insensitive. Jane Brasky called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

(The names of people and locations are purely fictitious)

The daunting task of recovering from this epidemic is nearly impossible. Once a wave of virus bearers get quarantined, a second wave soon thereto follows. Tong, a young man from south east Asia, is demanding change within the government walls. Yet, no change had come! You see, it wasn't so easy for him because his whole family was infected, and he had to try to stop the government from intervening into his life, before he became just another infected person. They had lost all of their rights to a normal life over in south east Asia, they were being treated like wounded animals.

Chapter Thirteen: The Sixth Nychthemeron.

(The names of people and locations are purely fictitious)

Chapter Twelve: The Fifth Nychthemeron.

Nothing could have gone more wrong in those last few moments inside the school hallway. I fired. There was blood. I fired again. Lots of blood. Screaming from every direction and chaos. Just complete and utter chaos. A chaos that was created by my hand. I looked down at the white paper suit that I had been forced to put on inside the hospital, where the police had taken my clothes, shoes, backpack, weaponry and ammunition as evidence. I had been taken to the hospital after the school resource officers were forced to deploy their tasers against me when I raised the rifle and attempted to fire at them inside the school. The rifle was empty. All of the ammunition had been fired in an attempt to take the lives or hurt as many of classmates as possible. I wanted them to shoot me. I fucked up and forgot my pistol in the closet that I waited in prior to me opening fire at Cole County High School.

INT. COURT ROOM - ENGLAND - AFTERNOON