/lit/ - Literature

Lowering the scope for a moment the man gained sight of the prisoners and began picking off the apes around them. Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine. The smart prisoners quickly got to their feet and took flight in every directed. The dumb ones sat and screamed. They were mostly women. The horde of savages now had an idea of where their assailant resided and began peppering the building with shots. The man silently begged for the women to get up and run as he continued his diversion. Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen. They refused to budge and crowded together and wept. The man screamed and cursed at them to run. Nineteen, twenty, twenty one, twenty two, twenty three, twenty four. The windows around him shattered and rounds whizzed by the man's head and like a maniac he laughed and screamed as he put more and more beasts down. Twenty five, twenty six, twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine, thirty. Click.

With haste the man ripped the magazine out and dredged out the four rounds in his pocket and shoved them in. Something punched him in his chest and made the chair spin. He fell from his perch and wheezed out his last laugh. The orange glaze of the world around began to dim and the smiling faces of a woman and child scorched his retinas.

Blood dripped from his fingers as he reached to them. With the last breath being pushed out by crippled lungs he whispered. “I did good today hun. I'm coming home. ”

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But why would all that bother you, typical god fearing American citizen? You have nothing to worry about for the television is on and lately you’ve been working very hard putting numbers into a excel spreadsheet as you work in your 4x4 cubicle making 12 dollars an hour. Life is good because you’ve been popping soma to keep you head in the right place. Oh, your favorite show is on tonight. The O’reilly factor, god how right you think he always is. Tonight he is discussing the disgusting topic of those fucking fags in the military you can’t wait for him to pulverize his dimwitted socialist guest who will defend the topic. After that you can take another dose of soma and drift off and wake up for another wonderful day in Christian America. Huxley was the forefather of American delusion.