Komrad Kommisar Mikhail's Blog (45)

Brendon tried calling his family one more time to check on things down there but the phone lines were still tied up. It dawned on him that the internet may still be working so he retrieved his laptop from his room and fired it up. Sure enough their internet connection was still working fine. The news feeds on his homepage were filled with headlines about what was going on in his city. He didn't have any new e-mails from his family but there was one message in his inbox from his good friend… Continue

He slid the pistol into his holster and walked back into the living room. He was sure he looked strange wearing a pistol belt with gym shorts and a t-shirt but at this point he didn't really care. The others had turned on the television and were watching a news broadcast. The front door was still shaking violently so Brendon walked over to their couch and grabbed an armrest and lifted. "Help me get this to the door," he said to Aidan. His roommate walked over and grabbed the other end of the… Continue

As he burst into the room he noticed that Rebecca was sitting up in bed with a confused look on her face. "What's going on out there?" she asked. Brendon just ignored her knowing he couldn't spare any time just yet. He again glanced at his pistol box next to the bed but after seeing how these people couldn't feel pain he didn't want to try to take them out with just 9mm rounds. He threw open the doors to his closet and reached up above the door frame to his Remington 870 pump shotgun that was… Continue

He knew there was only one way to end this without getting himself killed. The man had a good grip on the top of each of his shoulders but Brendon still had most of the motion in his arms free. He plunged his KaBar between the man's ribs certain that he had hit his left lung. The crazed man didn't even seem to notice the six inch blade sticking into his body and with both of his arms pulling on Brendon's shoulders and only one arm to fight him off Brendon was losing the struggle as the man's… Continue

Brendon's Apartment

Saturday March 12 7:05 A.M.

Day 1





Brendon woke up to the sound of the apartment's front door slamming. He rolled over and looked at his alarm clock that read five after seven in the morning in glowing read numbers. His roommate Aidan must have been running even later than usual. He was usually courteous when getting ready for work in the mornings so long as he wasn't cutting it too close. His job allowed him to be up to fifteen minutes late before… Continue