Out of All The Worlds...

by gordobraveheart

Rage Mode:Activated.

Blood. Blood is blue inside of our bodies and only red if it reaches oxygen, meaning that instead of a blue color, it is red when it is not in the body. Blood can also be used to save a persons' life, by the use of a medical procedure called, "blood transfusion". Blood is seen when we suffer a puncture wound, blood is seen when a small cut, or a large wound is open, blood is seen when we take a sample of it to study it for medical procedures.

Blood is also seen when you kill a man.

My father, James, was-no, is a strong man. When I was young, he once fell from my roof onto the hard grass, and the hight was about fifteen to eighteen feet high. And you know what? He survived through that. When he works with hot metal, sometimes he would come home with burn marks, little boils, on his hands. And you know what? He survives through hot, pieces of metal, and even worked a second job too. He cared for not only me and my family, but also his customers when they came to eat at his second job. Yea, I look up to my dad, even when other people doubt that he'll succeed when he is working alone, and wants no help. Sure, he's stubborn, can get a little mad at times, and did argue with my ma a lot, but damn it, family is family, and as long as you have them on your side, nothing could stop you.

But what would you do, if you had no more family to help you? Sure, you might have some cousins or aunts and uncles here and there, and you might even have friends that are like family, but did they ever give birth to you, raised you from the ground up and tried their very best to lead you into the right path? Mines cared for me, my older sister was there when I needed help with math, my younger sister and brother were there when I had nobody to play with, my ma was the only friend I had until I broke out of my shell in middle school, and my dad was the man I would go to whenever I wanted to talk.

Now, four out of five family members are gone, taken away to a safe zone, while I kneel here, my free hand covering my fathers mouth as the sharp blade tears right through his jugular.

Red was all I saw. I could feel the blood land on my white hoodie and my wrist as I keep my hand on my fathers mouth. I didn't want to look down at my father, but even as I looked at the sky, even though the tears were filling my eyes, I could still feel the blood soak through my sleeve, and I could still see drops of blood flying through the air. I knew I was going to have nightmares about this, yes blood can be washed off, but not this blood. This is the blood of my father, spraying on the cement ground like a sprinkler. Finally, after about five seconds, he stopped moving and bleeding like a hose. Wanna know the worst part about those five seconds?

He was screaming the entire time.

He slid out of my grasp and fell on the ground, splashing into a puddle of his own blood. He layed there as I began to sniffle. Then sob. Then cry...Then bawl. I dropped the machete, and as it landed on my fathers lifeless leg, I yell. I was cursing at everything. Myself, the death of my dad, the life I was reduced to live in, the feeling that I'll never see my ma or other siblings again, and lastly, the zombies. I suddenly felt cold, like all the warmth in my body escaped with one single scream I ended with after my rant. I no longer cared for anything. I...

"I lost everything." I say through my tears. "My dad, mom, sisters, brother...EVERYTHING!!!" I felt tired. Hungry. Spiritless. I should just end it. I should just-

'SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!' My brain yells. 'Look at you, thinking of suicidal thoughts while they starve.'

"They...? Who the-" I said, but could not finish.

'THEY?THEY!? Motherfucker do you even fucking remember what the fuck is in that bag?' I look at at the bag next to my SwitchAxe, and instantly remember the food. I hear my brain chuckle. 'That's right...food. And who did you get that food for?' My eyes, though covered in tears, grew wide enough to see clearly through my blood stained glasses.

"Ponies..." I mutter.

'And Nino. You, and your dad risked you lives to run from his apartment, to your hous. I know how you feel, Giovanni. I am you, remember?' I nod my head, looking at the bag filled with food. 'Good. Now, if you're getting yourself down for the death of your father, understandable, but he did NOT want to turn into one of those things...He was trying to protect you from himself.'

"Then...Why didn't he kill himself? Why make his own son kill his father?" I said out loud. I began to feel...Angry. "Why...WHY!?"

'Because even he knew you were going to kill a human in order to survive...He was preparing for you to kill for your survival.'

That only made me angrier. I got up, clenching my fists in anger. I was about to scream again, in anger this time but I was interrupted by a familiar moaning.

"Raaaaggghhh...."

'You see those things?' my brain said. I nod, glaring at the small pack of zombies still limping their way towards me. 'Those things over there are the whole fucking reason why your father is dead.'

"Yea.." I said, still glaring at the zombies. My brains' tone grew serious.

'Do you want to be turned into one of them?' I shake my head.

'Do you want Nino to turn?' I begin to breath deeper, my hands shake in anger. My brain then asked the million bit question:

'Do you want any of the ponies to turn?'

That was it. The machete that was on my fathers leg felt weightless in my grasp as I picked it up. I then grab my SwitchAxe in my right hand, which also felt weightless as I grasped the lower part of the handle. I did a recount on the zombies, now there were ten. With each step, I could feel the anger in me boil, and somewhere, I could hear something snap.

They start to limp closer. I swing the SwitchAxe slowly. I mutter under my breath as they moan.

"Now you fucked up..."

I throw the SwitchAxe at a zombie as it takes a step closer to me, sending it to its back as the axe blade goes into its rotten rib cage. I leave it there on the ground because I want to take out these walkers first. Flipping the machete upside down, meaning that the blade is pointing down while I'm still holding the handle, I rush up to the second closest zombie and shove the blade into its chest. It stumbled as it tried to grab me, but I kicked both of his legs and tripped him. The blade slides out of his chest with a sickening noise, and just as he was about to hit the ground, I shove the machete into its eye socket, killing it in a matter of seconds. "One..." I mutter darkly, pulling back the machete from its eye and turing around.

Two trie to jump me, but I rolled away from them and got back on my feet. Both of them were coming at me slowly. I brought up my dads machete and hack it into one of the tag team zombes. I flipped the zombie with my dads machete lodged into its skull around, pulled out the blade and shove the zombie into its team mate, sending the bleeding out zombie on top of the other. onto the ground. With both of them pinned, I rushed up to then and shoved the pointed down blade into both of their skulls, earning me a double kill. "Three..."

I pull out the blade, quickly rolling away from another zombie. another one soon came behind it, swing its arms. I look around for any thing else to take these two out quickly and found a metal pole, the kind you see that hold up fences. I rush to it, picked it up and ran towards the two zombies. "RAGH!" I shouted as the tip uf the pole was shoved into their exposed intestines. as they both fell to the ground on their sides, I rushed up to each and cut off their heads with only three hacks each. Blood squirted out of both their headless necks. Their heads rolled away towards a nearby dumpster, where they should be. "Five..."

Not wanting to waste any more time, I ran up to three zombies, tripped them all one by one, and killed them all easily. Anger and Sadness were running through my veins, and all I could see was red and clear vision. Along with the dead bodies of course. There was one standing left, and I rushed up to it, tripped it and kicked its skull like a soccerball. "Nine...One more." I walked over to the zombie that was still trapped under my SwitchAxe, my anger escalates as I come closer to the squirming zombie. I saw its nostrils flair and it looked up at me.

(A.N:Stop song here. Or keep it goin' it's still a pretty good song. xD)

"RAAGGHH!!!"

"SHUT UP!" I shouted, kicking its arm. It detaches from the shoulder erea and flops around before it finally stopped. I glared at the ugly fuck, remembering how I had to live for a month before finding help, getting help, and winding up to kill said help in the end. I wanted to scream, yell, curse, flip off the zombie so much. I wanted to cut off all of its limbs, making it just a torso and have it roll around for the rest of its rotten life. But I didn't. I only said four words.

"RAAGGHH!!!"

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

I curb stomped his skull. Blood and brain bits flew everywhere, including my fathers lifeless body. I looked at my foot in disgust, wanting to clean my foot. But... I was still angry, so I did what Isaac Clark would do:

I stomped it's crushed skull bits again. Again, and again and again until my whole legging was painted red. I pulled out my S.A.C from its chest, put the machete back in its shaft and walked over to the bag full of food. I felt tired, and lifting this bag full of food isn't helping, but I kept walking down the street. I looked at my dad one last time.

"I love you dad. I said as a tear rolled down my cheek. I started walking down the street again, keeping the shaft strapped around my left arm while I hold the SwitchAxe with my left hand and keeping the bag over my right shoulder.

As I finally reach the back of my house, I realized how bloody I looked when I pass a puddle. There was some drops of blood on the upper level of my pants, while both my leggings were soaked in blood. My once white hoodie was also a deep red, and my hands were painted red. I scoffed at how much of a walking strawberry I looked like.

"I need to clean up." I said, walking to the steps of the door and setting down the bag and my weapons. I take off my hoodie and walk over to a hose, turned on the water pump and began washing my hands up to my fists and then washing my shoes. Not wanting to scare the mares, I cut off my blood soaked leggings with the machete and through them over to the neighbors yard. Luckily, my brown Dickies shirt was not covered in blood, but my hoodie was. I turned it inside out, tieng up the sleeves around my waist and only revealing the inside of the hoodie, while the blooded outside is hidden.

I could easily wash off blood, but since this was my fathers blood, I felt like I was walking around bathed in it. I still wanted to cry, but if I did than the mares would notice and ask questions. So I sucked it up, picked up the bag and strapping the shaft underneath the hoodie and approached the door. I left the SwitchAxe, not wanting to cause attention. I walk up to the door.