Gas mask

Gas mask

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Now, these days were tough. It was the blank ages of a brutal war. The steamy hots of battle rise, the livid gun-shots being heard with sickening cracks of poor people's flesh being ripped apart from bullet's crusty edge. Families were huddled against the wall, praying too their lords that safety would be with their hope. The poison gas rising with the tension. Many citizens coughing with no health. The cruel diseases killing each person slowly with their gruesome effect too the insides.

One family called the Nicks didn't settle for this. Not one bit. The group of cousins counted too be three were squished in their basement, a endless supply of water and food trapped inside with them. Their feline named Mr.Hug was purring tentatively in the youngest's lap, it's throat vibrating in response of simple strokes on the Siamese's silky pelt.

Susie, the teenager of the group worked tiredly every day too keep her kin safe from anything that dared too hurt their delicate skin. The only boy of the group, Noah Nick, was watching the only non-kin of the large group play checkers with him, the two bonding over the times of war.

No one dared too step in and tell them about the harsh weathers they were really in, frightened it will damage their faces too scared or anxiety all the time. Sasha's dark skin didn't stand out of the dirt floor. Every person forced too wear sneakers for safety reasons.

The oldest was about sixteen, her auburn messed and curly, her face full of light freckles. In the depths of the story above, she is the most protective of them all. Her personalty settled with overprotective. "When can we go outside?" Sasha's cool voice ringing in the basement. "We can't right now, Sasha." Noah whispered in her ear, his calm tone causing a shiver down the teen's spine. She knew Noah was smart enough never too go outside. "... Susie, the question is when can we go outside?" the brown-haired boy invading her thoughts.

The red-head opened her mouth too respond, was it time?

Yes.

"Actually kids, listen.." Susie told them, settled in a criss cross sit, in front of the two young people. The teenager began too explain the war, strangers calling it the ' Toxic damage ', saying as the softest she could that many people dying too protect them for their land too stay where it should on the Earth's surface.

After the long explanation, the two had their eyes widened to their limits, Susie nodded and went back too make their dinner for tonight. After watching the two children to chew on the properly made sandwich with fat meat and cool lettuce. Susie almost fell with tiredness onto the sleeping bag, treasuring the warm cloth on her body.

The next day was something she didn't want too see.

The red-head opened her eyes slowly, looking up too see nothing. The children's sleeping bags completely empty. The freckled teenager looked everywhere, bags under her eyes as the whole place looked like a bomb was thrown in and blew it's dangerous explosion. Susie grabbed the leathery surface of a gas mask . She settled it on her head, breathing in the air clearly. Her hands gripped the doors of the hidden basement and got up.

The air was heavy and musty, grass dead and burned. The sky instead of it's baby blue was a tan yellow with smoke clouds in the air. The weather felt like a swamp, the warm air brushing against the gas mask.

"Noah! Sasha!" yelled the teenager, after seven hours of searching, the logically lost two children not seen beneath the mask. She kept going, her muscles beginning too ache.

A gunshot was heard.

The woman felt intense pain, she looked at the hole that was now having blood too quickly drip down her ankle, the bullet's wound in her knee. The masked-teenager fell onto the dirty grass, coughing in agony.

The attacker was in front of her, the gun placed firmly in his gloved hands. He aimed the gun's shooting point too the back of her head. Susie laid silently, then lifted her hand weakly and grabbed the gun's base, then weakly getting up quite quickly for some person injured. The man began too back away before having the knee harshly slamming into his gut, causing the man too fall.

The feeling... felt fantastic .

The teenager got up, seeing the man curled up on the ground with his hands clenched over his stomach. The red-haired teen pushed her sneaker on his side, the man let out a gasp of utter shock. "Miss-- stop.." he began, and let out a scream of pain when she dug her foot harder into his side, causing the muscles too rip apart under it, his peach colored skin tearing apart under the shoe.

As for Susie, she stood blankly at him. Her children must have... died too him. The thought caused her too use all her strength

Susie looked down when she heard a sickening cracking noise ring in her ears. Her pupils went tiny along as her light blue ring around it going small with it. The man having blood dripping down his chin, her shoe having bust the flesh and into the tissues of muscles. He had simply died from blood loss.

Susie took her shoe up and grabbed his gun.

The teenager had kept searching, shooting any figure she saw in her vision, the gas mask being her only friend, Susie was always talking too it. Everything.

Her chances of finding her beloved friend and kin were bad. The gas mask was beginning to cramp her face, she didn't mind. He was allowed too. The teenager soon became a woman after one year of trying too look for them. The young woman searching, searching... the gas mask slowly causing her too not even smell.

A young child, with long curly blonde hair had a cloth over her mouth, trying not too smell the toxic air.  Susie watched her and got up from the bench she was resting upon and grabbed the girl's silky hair. She looked up with scared eyes, and the red-head pryed the cloth over her mouth, causing the child too instantly start spluttering. "H-Help, give me... the cloth..." she fell down before she had finished, her corpse laying there lifeless.

"..." was all Susie said and kept walking.

The eerie part is,





the children never left.