Chapter 38: Walter
“I repeat you need to get out of there now. My friends came to this location on September 2. We were told that there would be safety by these people who would come to save us. I was the smart one and didn't trust people that just help others. People don’t just help. So I hid myself away when the “UN” came to save our group. They didn't listen to me; I told them to hide. But no – let’s not listen to Walter.” I start to laugh. I don't know why but this is all so funny. The irony of it all that I would be the most clever of them. I guess this is what they deserve for believing in hope. Pulling the dead girl's camera to my mouth, I continue.
“As I peered out from the locker I watched as my friends greeted the helicopters with open arms. Those fools. I almost revealed myself from my hiding place to yell but then I heard the first screams from Caleb, the oldest of our group.” Eighteen years old is the oldest. That's funny. The oldest is a senior in high school. We put our hope in a senior in high school. My God, are we stupid. I would have been better staying with sick mom and dad. Their bodies would have given better advice than Caleb, the damned neighbor.
“Caleb had been injured in an explosion while trying to siphon gas out of a car.” Smoking can be so dangerous – especially when I leave the cigarette in the wrong place. “When the men in the helicopters saw his injuries they pulled out a gun and executed him.” I still see the mess that shot left. I finally got to see all that intelligence out in the open. Not a lot of intelligence.
“Then they separated the children from the group. The really young children were loaded into one helicopter and then another. I watched as they tore a baby from Juliette’s arms as they slammed the doors to the chopper shut.” I guess they don't like babies too much... good thing I am not one. “A few men did a poor search of the perimeter and then the helicopters took off. I emerged from the locker and watched as the helicopters flew away. I don't know who these people are but they aren't exactly the UN Aid that was promised in the radio transmissions.”
“I grabbed this camera from a nearby corpse and thought I'd warn ya. Hopefully you didn't go calling for help. Oh well, your funeral!” My thumb pushes the red button. I set it on the radio receiver.
What to do. What to do. What to do?
I rummage through everyone's packs and take the best goods ever so carefully. They tried to hide the stuff that “mattered.” They said they couldn't trust me when I ran out of my pills.
Well look who is still free. Would a madman be so clever to outsmart men in black helicopters?
I turn to the forest.
Time to have some fun.