Murderville 2: The Epidemic Read Free

threatened to spill from his eyes, and his pride remained intact. He kept his tears at bay and prepared to put up the fight of his life to save his family.
    “I love you,” her mother whispered. Liberty looked into her father’s eyes as he stared into her mother’s face. In him she saw undeniable grief. Even at the tender age of ten she recognized his sadness and her soul bled as her heart became heavy with uncertainty. The madness surrounding her filled her with trepidation, and she could hear her pulse racing as her heart galloped with intensity. She could see her father mourning her very own death before it even occurred.
    “Father?” Liberty said as a lump filled her throat.
    “Be brave,” he repeated as he kissed her, and then Dalia. His lips were ice cold, and although it was a gesture he did every day, this kiss felt final. Liberty knew that it might be the last show of affection she would ever receive from her father, and she cherished it. She closed her eyes and locked the brief, yet intimate moment into her memory. When she finally looked up, she saw her father’s back as he headed over to the door.
    “Under the bed, now . . . hurry!” her mother insisted as she ushered the girls to their knees. “We have to hide.”
    They waited . . . waited for death as they huddled together, hiding, while their eyes focused on the rickety door that separated safety from destruction.
    The screams that began to fill the air caused the girls to sob uncontrollably.
    Liberty gripped Dalia’s hand so tightly that her fingers were numb, and she closed her eyes, squeezing them tightly, while wishing that it were a horrible dream. They all knew the threat that the rebels posed. Everyone knew. When the rebels came they destroyed everything in their paths, leaving nothing but mutilated bodies and fatherless children in their wake. A rebel invasion symbolized the end . . . extinction . . . and it was right outside Liberty’s door.
    The rebels invaded her home mercilessly, chopping down the door with bullets, turning it into Swiss cheese. The sparks from their weapons were like flashes of lightning that illuminated the darkened hut.
    Rat tat tat tat! Rat tat tat tat!
    The cadence of the guns matched the pace of Liberty’s heart as horror caused her breath to catch in her throat. She wanted to close her eyes, but she was too afraid to blink. Her young eyes witnessed mayhem, and for the first time in her young life she realized that the devil was real. The evil she saw in the sweaty, blood-covered rebels as they raided her home was all the proof she needed. They weren’t men of God. These men marched with Lucifer’s army.
    Liberty’s father aimed his old, rusted gun and fired, hitting the first man that came through his door. “Aghh!” her father roared as he stood his ground, killing three membersof the regime without hesitation. He pushed the men all the way out of his home, not wanting them to discover his family inside. There was no time to think. He acted out of instinct and fought with all of his strength until he no longer could. His efforts soon proved futile. He was outnumbered. The few rebels that he managed to kill were easily replaced. They came like roaches, one after the other, relentless in their pursuit of murder and power. The rebel regime was too strong and large. There were too many rebels to count . . . too many to fight . . . too many to remain fearless, and as he looked into the eyes of one of the men, the ruthlessness that he saw caused his fingertips to grow ice cold. He was staring into an empty shell, a dark soul whose only intention was bloodshed.
    The world seemed to move in slow motion as Liberty watched her father aim his gun and wrap his finger around the trigger, but before he could let off another shot he was fired upon, the bullets lifting him clean off the ground as his body jerked . . . left, then right . . . right, then left. He landed with a thud, murdered in cold blood right in front of