The man in black was slowly ridding the elevator up to the third floor. His cell phone began to ring. He opened up his long black coat and pulled it out and answered. "Yes?" "Ah Mr. Boot, how is everything going? The plan is still moving along nicely?" "Yes Sir. Everything is going like you planned it Sir. I am in the elevator right now to take out the two as planned." "Excellent, make sure to be swift. I need you back here as soon as possible. And Mr. Boot?" "Yes Sir?" "Next time give me fair warning." "Yes Sir. Sorry about that Sir." The line went dead as the doors to the elevator opened and he started his walk down the hallway to apartment 302. He put the phone away and replaced it with his gun. He grabbed the cross hanging from his neck and kissed it once before kicking the door open with one swift thrust.

  Melissa grabbed a toy flashlight she had bought her son, (he loved things that were shinny), and made her dragging Nate who was getting a little to drunk towards the bathroom. They found Brad looking awfully pale and Heather her head in the bathtub vomiting the contents of her stomach. Brad just pointed at the bathroom mirror and sink. The mirror read: "I C U" and two eyes were resting in a pool of blood in the sink. Melissa looked as if she was going to throw up too. Nate said: "Fuck this shit I’m out of here." He grabbed his jacket and stumbled towards the door. Brad tried to stop him but Nate hit him squarely in the chest and Brad fell backwards onto the coffee table with a thundering crash. "Leave me the fuck alone Brad. I’m getting out of here and you can’t fucking stop me." Brad tried to tell him to wait that they could all leave together but Nate would have nothing of it and opened the door. What came next was a shock to both men in the front room. No sooner had Nate opened the door that an arrow whizzed through the air and lodged itself between his eyes coming out the back of his skull. Like a tree cut down by a lumberjack, Nate fell backwards onto the floor. A sickening thud caught Melissa’s attention and she came back with weak looking Heather. When she saw Nate on the floor she screamed and dropped Heather, which she was helping keep her balance. Brad was looking outside near the corner of the door to see where the shot came from. The street seemed empty and barren of all signs of life. A fizzle could be heard coming from the radio which mysteriously had come on. A female voice was talking and counting down from 10… 9… Melissa yelled: "Brad! Heather! Out the back door! Hurry!" 7… 6… Heather stumbled up and grabbed the edge of the couch to steady herself. 5… 4… Brad was at the back door and opening it. Melissa ran out first while Brad turned around to see that Heather was still next to the couch. 3… 2… He took one step back out the door. 1… "Heather I love you!" "I’ve always loved you t…" 0… The explosion knocked Brad out the door onto the fence behind Melissa’s house. Melissa tried staying down as she scurried towards him on hands and knees. Brad had a look of lost hope in his eyes. He always wanted to tell heather how he felt but he didn’t want to end up like Jay. He didn’t want to be turned away with a laugh. He never thought he was good enough for girl like her and when he finally found his one true love she died in front of him. "Melissa I she loved me too…" "I know Brad… I know."

  Denise was running down the hallway screaming out of her mind. She got to the stairs and opened the door to run to the lobby. The red door opened with ease and someone was waiting for her on the other side. A woman with a red coat and blond hair was standing there with a crooked smile on her face. Denise was paralyzed with fear. "Amanda?" she said. Amanda lifted the machine gun she had under her jacket and showered Denise with bullets in the chest and head. She walked past the corps in the stairwell and into the hallway singing "Dancing Queen" by Abba. Matt saw what had happened in the hallway and shoved Jody and Rebecca through the door. The thuds of Amanda’s steps were echoing in the empty hallway. Jody was whimpering on the edge of the bed while Becca sat motionless and was staring blankly out the window. Amanda knocked on the door and said: "Room service…"

  As the door crashed in Joey was walking out of the bathroom and Brandy was still putting her clothes on. Mr. Boot leveled his gun towards her and she dove behind the bed. Joey grabbed the gun and tried to wrestle it away from the bigger man. Mr. Boot kicked Joey in the balls and Joey fell to the floor. "Well if it ain't the bitch and her prince. I’ve actually been looking forward to this." Joey tried to catch his breath and got on his hands and knees. Mr. Boot kicked him again in the ribs and Joey stumbled back towards the patio door. Mr. Boot was going to shoot Joey in the head but Brandy Jumped from the back of the bed with one of her stilettos as a weapon. She yelled: "That’s my boyfriend you son of a bitch! Leave him alone you ball less fuck!" Mr. Boot caught her by the throat and tossed her through the patio door. The glass broke clean into a million pieces. She caught her balance on the railing, avoiding a tumble onto the pavement bellow. Joey got up and tried to reason with Mr. Boot: "Come on man… I’m sure we can fix whatever it is we did. Want money? I have money! Come on, I have a daughter…" Mr. Boot smirked and shrugged. Two headshots later Brandy and Joey were together on the pavement below, eternally.

  Rebecca got up and grabbed John’s baseball bat. She looked Jody and Matt in the eyes and said: "This ends now…"

To be continued…

  They had barely pulled up to her house. He put the car in park. The motor was still running hot, so was the collar of his shirt. She reached over to him and slightly touched him on the neck. Slowly caressed his check. Reached over and pulled his blushing face to hers and kissed him tenderly. She sucked on his lower lip before biting it in a teasing way. For some reason crisis moments like these made her hot and wet. He reached over and grabbed her ass firmly with both hands and after moving the seat back, he pulled her delicate frame onto him. He kissed her furiously and slips his tongue into her mouth. She arched her back on the steering wheel and grinded herself hard on his ever hardening cock. She pushed herself on him with repetitive movements. The to and fro was getting aroused to the highest point. He ripped her blouse open and kissed her chest and her breasts. He reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let him do it. He pulled off her blouse and bra in one swift movement and she let herself be exposed to him in the dimming light of the setting sun. Luckily the cop car had tinted windows or the walkers by could have seen Agent Thorson and Charlene getting it on in his unmarked police cruiser.

  When Melissa got home and unlocked the door she was surprised that her mom wasn’t home yet. She wondered with a certain fear if her son was all right and that no unsightly news was brewing there. She had gone through enough drama for one day. Heather sensing that something was wrong stroked Melissa’s shoulder and told her that everything was going to be OK they were safe now. Nate was upset about the events that had transpired too. He asked Mel if they were anything to drink in here. Melissa led them to the kitchen after taking Brad to her brothers’ room for a clean shirt. She opened the fridge and pulled out a few beers. Brad declined and asked if she had any juice since he didn’t drink. Nate shrugged when he saw it was that light shit but accepted none the less. Heather sat sown in the living room and turned the TV on. News of the events from earlier were on all the channels. Interviews with eyewitnesses and passers-by were also shown. Tales of blood and gore were making the headlines of most broadcasts. Melissa finally saw on the kitchen table the note her mom had left her. "I took Jonathan over to his dad’s. Saw the news hope you and your friends are OK. TTYL love you lots MOM." OK good she thought. At least Jonathan was in a safe place. Form the living room where Heather and Brad who had joined her there called out. "Melissa? Nate? I think you both should see this…" she said. They walked into the living room and Nate dropped his beer. On the screen there was a building in flames that looked an awful lot like the building where Nate and Brad both lived. The news anchor was saying that a gas main has burst and that the doors had been welded shut. No one had escaped alive. "I’ll make sure you’re in there next time sinners." was sprayed in red on the side of the building. "Oh shit. My stuff… all my stuff… Its all gone!" said Brad. The camera panned closer to the front of the building where different shapes where staked on fiery spikes. A dog and a cat it seemed. The camera panned even closer to an odd shape no one could identify at first. "Oh my god…Charlotte!" cried Brad. "Who?" asked Melissa. "Charlotte my pet ferret… the fuckers killed my ferret!" "Bastards killed Franklin too! My dog man! They killed my dog! Sick son of a bitches!" Heather’s head was a flutter. The day’s emotion and her third beer were getting to her more than it should have. She got up and ran to Melissa’s bathroom and started throwing up. Brad went to see her and left Melissa and Nate alone in the living room. Nate looked at Melissa and asked her: "Any idea who are the demented people doing this? What kind of fucked up asses would be after us? What did we do to deserve this?" "I don’t know Nate, I don’t know." That’s when all the lights went out and a scream was heard from the other room.

  A screeching sound of metal against metal was what made them stop. Charlene grabbed her shirt off the floor and tried to look out the windows. It was too dark to see anything anyway. The back window crashed and caved in. Then the side window on the passenger side. Was bashed in. Almost at the same time the one on the drivers’ side exploded into pieces. Mike reached for his gun but it was stuck below the seat along with his pants and underwear. Charlene was screaming for him to do something. Agent Thorson had glass all over him and was trying to reach his way down. A hard thud was heard as someone jumped onto the hood of the car. Charlene screamed as she saw a sledgehammer fly its way into the front windshield. She ducked down onto Mike’s lap. The steering wheel is probably what saved her from getting clobbered to death. Mike wasn’t as lucky. The sledgehammer hit him squarely in the face and caved his nose inwards. Blood was flowing from his face as his nose had been pushed all the way into his cranium. He probably didn’t feel a thing, Well probably. Charlene reached down and grabbed the gun from the holster and shot a few quick shots at her assailant on the hood. No one was there. She looked right and left and everything seemed so dark. She couldn’t see a thing as if a veil of darkness had engulfed the street. She heard footsteps to her right. She turned and pointed the gun. A voice spoke out in the darkness: "Look between your legs bitch. Count to three…" She looked down and saw a grenade there. She screamed: "Die mother fucker!!!!"’ as she emptied out the last 4 rounds of the standard issue police side arm as the grenade exploded and engulfed the car in a burning inferno. "Burn in hell bitch…"

To be continued….

  Matt pulled up to the gate to the underground-parking garage and asked Becca for the access card. "Becca? Becca, fuck, snap out of it!" he yelled. "Shut the fuck up Matt. Here take mine John got me one awhile ago." Said Jody. She handed the card over to him and he just grunted. He tried reaching his open window to get to the access panel but couldn’t quite reach it. He put the car in park and slowly checked behind him before opening the door. He looked right and then left. Nothing, nobody was around. He saw something flicker in the bushes to his right but nothing seemed to be there. He slowly opened the door and swallowed hard before setting his foot on the pavement. Becca was still looking straight ahead her eyes barely moving. She was resigned behind a veil of indifference. Jody was wondering if she even realized where she was. Denise was in a hush looking everywhere. Ever since she saw Dave’s neck cut open like some seaside market fish she was in a panic. She needed to get away and hide. She wanted safety. She wanted Dave. She wanted to be in his arms but unfortunately, Dave was dead. And a part of her heart was dead too. She wanted to talk to Jody but she was too busy taking care of Becca to even notice that she was crying the whole trip down here. She would pull her aside. Later when things got settled. Jody was furiously craving a cigarette. She hadn’t smoked one in like forever. But she couldn’t do it right now; Becca was still wheezing a little and needed her air. Her eyes were blank and her jacket stained with drying blood. Whose blood was anybody’s guess. Jody was trying to believe that it wasn’t John’s. She was trying for Becca’s sake to believe John was OK… she was failing horribly.

  Matt slowly got out of the car and pushed the door open. First a little, then all the way. He got out and approached the control panel. He put in the key card and a chirp and red light told him he got it wrong. He pulled the key out again and tried again. Same result, he was getting impatient and he had a little bit of the shakes in his hands. "Come one mother fucker work…" he uttered under his breath. He wiped the sweat off his palms and swiped the card again. "Matt hurry the fuck up! Are you trying to get us intentionally killed?" Jody yelled at him from across the car. Green. The gate started to slowly rise to let them in. "See? No problem babe, all is good." A car horn coming from the other side of the gate made Matt jump three feet back and he nearly feel on his ass. Jody laughed her ass off as he just gave the other driver the finger and got in the car. "Shut up Jody, shut up…" He said as he pulled the car into the underground parking lot.

  On the other side of town Brandy and Joey got to the apartment that She lived at. Joey had yet to see the inside. She didn’t want him to enter usually so they mostly went to his house. As soon as the entered the building she walked up to the building mangers counter: "Hey Myer you there? Myer! Wake up you drunk fuck! I need a key I lost mine." A tall Puerto Rican looking guy got up from behind the desk where he was picking up paper clips he was playing with. "Yo, you know I can’t do that yo. My dad is gonna kill me if he finds out I gave you another key. Who the fuck is this?" he said pointing to Joey. "That’s Joey. Myer give me the fucking key before I tell your dad about the camera you installed in the girls pool locker room." He looked offended and was about to deny it but he knew she knew about it. Hell she even teased him in front of the cameras more than once. So he just shrugged and handed over a key so she could get into her apartment. Joey grabbed her by the shoulder and led her to the hallway and gave Myer the finger before the elevator doors closed. As soon as the lift took them up a man walked out of the shadows and asked Myer what apartment they were going to. "Yo man I can’t tell you that. That’s confidential yo." The man pulled out a gun from under his jacket and stuck it into the managers’ son’s mouth. He then asked politely again. "What apartment number please." "Rawoso roo" "302?" the man in black asked. Myer slowly nodded his head once before the man in black blew his brains all over the back wall. Fragments of skull were slowly oozing their way down the wall. The top part of Myers skull was still on the guns' barrel. He lowered the gun and it fell to meet the rest of the body below. He walked off to the elevator and got in. The doors closed as he pushed number 3.

  Becca was on autopilot. She led them to her apartment by sheer involuntary reflex alone. She just knew where she had to go. She walked up the stairs from the garage and down the hall towards her door. She pulled out her key and just stood there motionless. Jody caught up with her as she stood there. Matt was the first one to notice the door was open. Denise started to walk backwards down the hall. Jody looked at Matt and asked him to push it open. He reached out his hand and pushed the door open in front of all of them. Denise saw it first and ran down the hall towards the exit. Matt and Jody were horrified. "Look Jody, John’s home…" Becca said. Nailed to the wall was John’s body. Nailed like Jesus on the cross. His chest was cut open and his heart was torn out. His entrails littered the floor and the pungent smell of drying blood permeated the air. His face was savagely torn to shreds and his eyes were gouged out. Written in blood on the floor was a note for them all" "You will all die for your sins. And Matt the magnetic strip goes face down."

to be continued…