January Prompt #4
A taste of your own medicine.
The night Alice told him how the Virus had gotten out, Carlos went on a very long patrol. Spence Parks. He didn't know what the man had looked like, but he had a very clear picture of a hand dropping the blue vial, could watch in his mind's eye as the glass shattered against the sterile white tile of the floor.
A quiet tinkle that signaled the end of the world. The end of the world. The end brought about by one man.
It was easy to hate Umbrella. They were so huge and faceless that Carlos' rage could spread far and wide. It was large enough to encompass all the confused fury he felt.
But one man? The end of the world. How could he focus that all down onto one man?
The night was clear, both of clouds and infected. He walked along the lakeside, or what used to be the lakeside. Lake Michigan was barely a puddle now and Carlos wore a scarf over his nose and mouth to shield him from the stink of the mud left behind. It wouldn't be long, though. It hadn't rained in months and soon the mud would be dry earth, hard packed and littered with the trash that was all that remained of humanity. Busted bikes and car parts, cans, ragged rotted clothes, plastic bags and beer bottles.
The end of the world they took such good care of.
Carlos shifted the cold metal of the M16 in his hands as he walked, one boot in front of the other, and thought about Spence Parks. What did he deserve? He'd been torn limb from limb by a licker, then shot in the head. Was that adequate punishment? He wasn't the only man deserving of guilt, Carlos thought as he tugged his boot free from the mud his foot had slipped into as he walked, but no. It wasn't adequate.
How do you rectify bringing about the end of the world?
creative_muses
Resident Evil
330 words
The night Alice told him how the Virus had gotten out, Carlos went on a very long patrol. Spence Parks. He didn't know what the man had looked like, but he had a very clear picture of a hand dropping the blue vial, could watch in his mind's eye as the glass shattered against the sterile white tile of the floor.
A quiet tinkle that signaled the end of the world. The end of the world. The end brought about by one man.
It was easy to hate Umbrella. They were so huge and faceless that Carlos' rage could spread far and wide. It was large enough to encompass all the confused fury he felt.
But one man? The end of the world. How could he focus that all down onto one man?
The night was clear, both of clouds and infected. He walked along the lakeside, or what used to be the lakeside. Lake Michigan was barely a puddle now and Carlos wore a scarf over his nose and mouth to shield him from the stink of the mud left behind. It wouldn't be long, though. It hadn't rained in months and soon the mud would be dry earth, hard packed and littered with the trash that was all that remained of humanity. Busted bikes and car parts, cans, ragged rotted clothes, plastic bags and beer bottles.
The end of the world they took such good care of.
Carlos shifted the cold metal of the M16 in his hands as he walked, one boot in front of the other, and thought about Spence Parks. What did he deserve? He'd been torn limb from limb by a licker, then shot in the head. Was that adequate punishment? He wasn't the only man deserving of guilt, Carlos thought as he tugged his boot free from the mud his foot had slipped into as he walked, but no. It wasn't adequate.
How do you rectify bringing about the end of the world?
creative_muses
Resident Evil
330 words