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Infection

Redemption

I remembered the whole city layout. I decided to stop by a few places mostly weapon shops. Most of the inner city ones would have been raided by now. Outer city ones wouldn't have been and I was right they were all clear. So I ended up with a few semi-automatic rifles in a backpack, and enough ammo to take out half of a city block. I then proceeded to the old head quarters; they'd never move it, it was in a very desirable place. I was right there were about ten sentries stationed up on top of the buildings and there were people watching my every move. I pulled into the parking area and held up the gang sign. they immediately recognized it and said follow us.

The walk was brief, just as short as I remembered it maybe even shorter. I decided that I would never come here again, and yet here I am in my old home. They showed me to a door and inside I walked, familiar with the settings inside. A wooden table, the boss sitting on the opposite side, the armed guards on either side of the desk, and of course his number two in the corner. He motioned for me to sit down.

"So the stray has finally come home," he said.

"Hello Darius, glad you remember me," I said.

"Oh, so the stray remembers me. Isn't that cute, thinks he can come crawling back," he said.

"I'm not crawling back. I have come to rejoin you," I said.

"There's only one way you can and you know it, The Pit," he said.

"Fine by me," I said.

The Pit, just where those who have lost face redeem themselves, apparently now I qualify. Understandable really twenty years away they like to know what team you play for. I was going to win, no doubt about it. Even his best they were still just thugs. Which he did, he chose his best a twenty year old that used to be in ultimate fighting. An hour later there we were with the same knife. Looking at each other, one of us would emerge victorious the other would be shot and killed or left to bleed to death.

We circled around each other three times then he lunged forward. I dodged out of the way and slashed his back. He then whirled around and did a leg sweep. I landed on my back but then rolled just in time to dodge the knife that would have hit my jugular. He's fast, like he was on drugs most likely the case. I decided to take him down quickly which meant that I tackled him. I then pinned him to the ground and started stabbing, during the tackle though his blade broke off in my side. Then I went to finish it, I moved my arm up to stab him in the throat. He stopped my paw and I used all of my strength to force it to his neck. As soon as it brushed his fur we were told to stop.

I was proclaimed the winner and was given his residence. I then removed that blade out of my side. It hurt a lot but I was used to it. The rest of the time I gathered as much information as I could and I discovered that I killed one out of two hundred poorly trained soldiers. A cakewalk, I thought to myself as I slipped out of my residence and stalked off to my bike. On the way there I felt a shotgun poke me in my back.

"You guys really need to get your sleep," a gruff voice said.

"You got the wrong guy, I've come here to kill all of them. I hate them all with a burning passion that only god can describe properly," I said truthfully.

"Yeah, how come I don't believe you," he asked.

"Trust me or not, I know this territory like the back of my hand. I was part of it once, before I became a marine of course," I said.

"You were in the service," he asked.

"Hell yeah, I'm one hard core motherfucker," I said.

"Fine I'll let you help me. One wrong move and it's your ass," he said.

"Trust me, I won't kill you. You aren't one of them," I said.

"Yeah well I doubt that, you could turn on me," I said.

"Look I've got enough ammunition and weapons. Just let me get to my bike, and ill prove it to you," I said.

"... Fine, let's go,"

He removed the gun from my back and I walked over to my motorcycle and pulled out my M1 Garand. Then I pulled out a silenced .45 pistol, and a service knife. I put the knife in the sheath attached to my belt. Put the gun in the holster under my jacket, and slung the rifle over my shoulder.

We started off towards the bosses head quarters. Take the head the rest of them run around with its head cut off. Then we saw a guard under a lamp light. I moved my rifle from my shoulder ant looked through the scope. Then another moved into view, I decided to wait until he left. Took about three minutes, I motioned for the other guy to take him out silently. He snuck up on him and shoved his knife into the back of his head and into the brain. I then turned my attention to the polar bear. It didn't take me long to get ready to shoot him in the head, I inhaled. I pulled the trigger, the muzzle flashed, his head snapped back his body twitched, he fell silently to the ground, and that was the end of it.

We moved on to the main building and I picked the lock and we were in. the main hall was lit and I could hear a generator in the building. He'd be in the back room behind his office. I headed in that direction while I told the other guy to search the rest of the building. I found the door unlocked, I then pressed into his office. I tried to open it, of course it was locked. I quickly picked the lock and opened it, I then walked over to the bed and shot him in the head with my .45.

We got out of there and headed to my motorcycle and got the hell out of there. He led me in the direction of his campsite as it were. Not much to look at of course it was to be expected. I wasn't too surprised to see a ammo box filled to the top close to bursting. I didn't expect to see an eighteen year old girl carrying a Smith & Wesson custom six shooter with initials engraved by a master carver.

"Hi daddy, who's he," she asked.

"A friend found him wandering around the area. I about killed him but I felt something was different about him," he said.

"Well if we are going to be working with each other we might as well make introductions, I'm Marcus," I said.

"Well call me Bradly," he said.

"Jennifer, call me Jenny," she said.

"So, I take you take after your mother. Seeing as you are a clouded leopard and your dad is a serval," I said.

"She does, but I fail to see where that's your business. I'd like to know why you have a vendetta with those thugs," he said.

"Well if you must know I came here to settle the score. And if you're unsatisfied with that I came in order to kill every last one of them to redeem myself in my lover's eyes. In many respects I'm a slave to her love. Without it I think I might die," I said.

The conversation lasted a while then we finally went to sleep. Over the next few days we killed the remaining survivors over what I called a hunting preserve. All of them trapped by their own defenses, to keep the zombies out. Then with all of that fixed, the debt to society repaid. The rape of Jenny avenged my lie now officially over.

I noticed a building across the street. It looked so familiar, I could swear I heard children's laughter. I crossed the street, the steps looked familiar, every cut, every groove, every discoloration, and yet I couldn't place it. Then I saw the plaque, "We take in those who can't take care of themselves. M. J. Hermschell." Holy shit, I can't believe it. The place I grew up, the founder's words etched in the key stone. I used to sit upon the steps and read books about car repair, and lock picking magazines, and everything else I could get a hold of.

I pried open the door and I couldn't believe it. It looked as if though it hadn't changed in all of these years. The hard-wood flooring was still in perfect condition. The crown molding was still as I remembered it. I walked in to the main room and it was even grander. I then started Remembering so many things.

****

Thirty four years ago Christmas Morning...

I opened my eyes, snow frosted the windows outside. I sit up rubbing the sleep from my eyes, not remembering the day until I see the calendar on the wall. I can't believe I forgot! I looked around it looked like I was the last one up. I didn't mind I didn't fit in well with the other kids. They usually made me feel like an outcast, making fun of me, talking about my dead parents, and how no one wanted to adopt me.

I walked down the stairs and saw Sister Arianna standing in the middle of the main room with a eight foot tall tree dominating the window space. She turned around when she heard footsteps. She had a smile that could take any wild creature out there and make it tame.

She walked over to me and knelt down in front of me and said, "Morning sleepy head. Your presents are over in the corner. There will be time to open them later, you need to get cleaned up the Bowerbonds are on their way to see you."

I did as she said not at all upset. I was too nevus to care. I took a shower and put on a suit that I got when my birthday came along. They seemed happy at first one look at me and the cheer left from theirs. I liked them they were very nice and treated me normally. Then Sister Arianna was sitting with them in private. They called me a runt, which from what Sister Arianna says is a vile term and should never be uttered by anyone. Needless to say she was very angry with them both and told them to never come here again.

I was very sad, I knew no one wanted me but I was getting too old to adopt. I shut down for a few weeks. My Christmas presents remained unopened, for weeks Sister Arianna tried to cheer me up. One day I said I had enough of it. I decided to jump out of the window all that happened was I got a broken arm and sent to a therapist. I decided I'll never celebrate Christmas again. I lifted up a few floor boards and hid them away forever.

*****

Present

I walked up the stairs remembering where I hid them. I was a kid at the time, and furious with the world. I don't know why I never remembered it. I loved Christmas again after that just I forgot these. I found the loose floorboards easily and pulled them up. Inside were brightly wrapped packages, just a little faded. I saw a note on top, yellowed with age. I picked it up and read it.

It was from Sister Arianna, basically saying that if I still wasn't taken into a good home by the time I was thirteen and a half she would leave the sisterhood and adopt me herself. I left about the time I turned thirteen. Even with all of the negative comments about me she still wanted to take me in. I started to sob. I was such an idiot, if I had just stayed five more months my life would have been so much more different.

"Put your hands up," said a voice behind me.

Standing I turned around to look my attacker in the face, "Well look at that I missed one."

"You bastard," he yelled pulling out a gold plated Kimber 45.

I stopped his arm I then pressed the manual release on the clip. The magazine fell to the ground the round in the camber discharged hitting the ceiling. I pried the gun free from his hands and threw it out of the window. Pulling free his paw he reached for a hand axe on his belt loop. He lunged at me with it, I gripped his arm and swung him around and kicked him square in the back knocking him down and the breath out of him.

By the time I had got my combat knife out he was back on his feet and knocked me down. He hopped on top of me and raised his arm. Then the side of his head was blown out. I pushed his corpse off of me and stood up. El was standing on the side where the bullet entered his brain.

"What are you doing here," I said.

"I dunno," she responded.

"So I take you still don't know how you feel," I asked.

"No? No what," I asked.

"No I don't. I am still mad at you for what you did. But then again I don't want to be without you," she said.

"Sometimes I wish I never net you," I yelled, "All I do is try to make it work! I decided to tell you the truth, and you get mad at me for nothing. Sure I lied but I didn't want you to hate me because I was a bad person. But I can see now I was wrong. Because you are an utter psycho! I actually regret what I've done but you could care less and YOU know it!" I finished and walked off tears streaming down her face and a hurt heart for all of her trouble. I had no idea why I acted like that. She makes it difficult for me.