Zaylee's Pursuit: A Tale of Blood and Faith

“Please! Don’t do this!” the girl screamed. She held her arms up in defense against the malevolent figure with a crown of thorns placed on its head and a blood-stained, white trench coat that enclosed her body. “But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance and gentleness,” Zaylee reassured the girl. The girl let out a blood curdling cry that was silenced by the brown, sleek Remington 870 that Zaylee secured on her shoulder. Zaylee walked past the red sea of dismembered bodies that stacked on to each other in the hallway. She continued to walk through the bodies until she heard a banging sound coming from the janitor’s closet. Zaylee stopped and observed the patriotic scenery of blood

Why?” Greg said in shock. “I suppose they are ashamed of me, I’m not their perfect daughter anymore. Does it really matter, it’s not like anyone ever noticed me anyways,” “Of course it does! When did this elusive thought come into your head?” Greg said with a growing concern that formed in his voice. Zaylee fell into silence and stared down at the cracked sidewalk they walked past. They arrived at Greg’s house that had been painted a pale blue color that was intercepted with vibrant green ivy that crawled itself up the side of the house. They followed the stone steps that lead its way to the wooden porch. As they ascended up the wooden stairs of the porch, Zaylee saw a head peep up from behind the window. The head soon vanished. Greg’s long fingertips reached for the shiny, golden doorknob. The doorknob shook, and Greg’s brother walked out the threshold before Greg could grip the knob with his hands. “Well, hey there! Haven’t seen you in years!” Jack said as he picked up Zaylee and spun her around with his big, vein-bulging arms. Zaylee squirmed out of the giant man’s embrace. “You’ve changed so much! You’re not the little girl with mosquito bites anymore!” Zaylee blushed, and crossed her arms over her

They snorted their way to heaven. Jack began to pull the floor boards from the floor. Hidden underneath them were grenades, RPGS, and a brown, sleek Remington 870. “We’re going to need these,” Jack said. The next day Zaylee wore a white trench coat to keep it holy, and she wore a crown of thorns to show she was the deliverer. She hid the Remington 870 in her brother’s old baseball equipment bag. She arrived at school, and she went to her locker. Zaylee waited on the roof of the school for Jack so the rapture could begin. Jack was late and she couldn’t wait any longer. She loaded her gun and walked down the stairs as lunch began. Zaylee sprayed bullets across the cafeteria, leaving stains of red explosions across the floors and walls. She looked at her work of art and saw that it was good. She then walked into the hallway to help the fleeing people find heaven. Bang! Bang! Zaylee heard coming from a door. She opened the door. Greg barged in through Jack’s door as soon as Zaylee unlocked it. “What are you doing?” Greg said as he tried to shake Zaylee from the hypnotic state she was in. Jack was passed out on the floor with white powder lingering on his