9-12-01(A Story Of The Day After Catastrophe)

9-12-01. 10:46 AM

After the one killing, I blast into another room, only to find another dead man. As I keep running through the halls, I hear a faint voice. It is saying something, I know it. Then it stops speaking. However,  I hear a faint scream. I walk foward, thinking toward the unavoidable future. I see a semi-automatic rifle laying next to a dead man's body. Of course, I pick it up. As I keep running foward, now armed, I see another terrorist. In fear, I hide. It is still pitch black outside, but it is 10 AM. What the heck? This will soon be my downfall. I look around. As I look, I see another dead man. The bloody heck is going on here? This is bull. I wish that I could just go for days. This was not what I thought would happen. I keep moving foward. I was HOT. They had turned up the heat to 125. I run out as fast as I can. I move out as a real killer would; with stealth. And percision. Levels below, I hear a woman screaming. I will never know because as I go downward, the clock strikes noon, making it lunch time. I run foward. I kill another young man. No. I killed an innocent. Apparantely, a terrorist hears my rifle. As I hear steps, I see the man. I duck. He inspects for me. When he finds me, we go into a deadly battle. I try to overpower him, leading to ny death.