A friend till the end
Someone was knocking at the door. Martin was awakened by the banging on his door. Being one of the last one hundred surviving people on the earth, there was only a limited number of people that would be knocking on his door at this time of the night. Martin looked over at the clock. “2:30am – can’t a guy get a full night’s sleep around here”, Martin said as he rose out of bed.
Martin was in his late 30’s an ex cop with a military background. Martin grabbed a shirt and threw on some sweat pants, as he walked to the door. Martin went to the door, and peered through the safety glass. He recognized the female that was at the door, and opened the door. “What’s up?” he said as he rubbed his eyes.
“Martin, I’m glad your home, I uh I need to talk to talk to you”, the girl at the door said. Her words were rushed together. Clearly she had fear in her voice, and Martin could sense her uneasiness. Martin opened the door wider to allow her in. “Ang, what’s up? Why are you up at this hour of the night, what’s going on?” Martin said as she proceeded into the house.
Angie was one of the few survivors that Martin remained friendly with. Everyone was a suspect in Martin’s eyes. She was in her late twenties, and Martin was constantly pulling her out of trouble. She didn’t keep many friends, if not for the sole reason that few people could handle her erratic behavior. Martin and Angie had been friends before the killings started, and had remained friends since. But, even so, it was unusual for Angie to be out this late at night. “Something must be up” Martin said to himself.
“Martin, I think the killer may be after me”, she said as her voice trembled
“You know who the killer is? What makes you think that?” Martin asked.
“Well not exactly, but there are only a few of us. I am probably next on his list.” She said.
“Angie, you are with me. I’ll protect you.” Martin said, as he double checked the door lock, and secured the metal shutters on the window. “We are safe in here. The metal reinforced windows will keep him out” he said to Angie in a soothing voice.
“Thanks Martin. I can always trust you” she said.
“Tell me again Martin. Tell me again about what you know about this killer” She asked.
“Angie, do you really want to hear this story again?” he questioned her.
Angie nodded her head.
“Very well Angie. I first started closing in on the killer about 6 months ago. The killer is a professional. He has been cleaning the world of bad people for years now. Unfortunately there are only a few people left. Which means one of us has to be the killer” he said.
Angie nodded, and she shifted on the couch to a more comfortable position.
“I have been tracking him, and I think I know who the killer is. He lives in the Amity Tower Suites now. He goes by the name of A Friend” Martin said with precision. “I have walked past his place, it is very secure. He has security cameras positioned to prevent access, and all the windows are reinforced. I never saw anyone go in, or go out when I staked out the place a few weeks ago. The lights are never on. But, I know he is in there. And I will find him.” Martin finished the story.
Martin looked over at Angie, and she fallen asleep. Awake now, and on edge, Martin headed over to his room, which doubled as his office. Martin stared at the blank screen as he waited for his computer to power up. He was getting close to the killer. Soon he would capture the killer, and the human race could begin again. Martin constantly questioned the motive of the killer, “Who was he to determine who lived or died”. In his research he learned that the killer had be outcast by society, unable to conform to society’s rules and regulations. With fewer and fewer people left, the suspect pool was dramatically decreasing.
Martin recognized the icon indicating that he had new emails to read. “Nothing personal” the email subject read. Martin looked at the sender of the email. The email was from “A. Friend”. “What – what is this?” Martin said to himself. “Is this some kind of joke?” he thought. Then he saw a reflection in his monitor. It was Angie. Martin spun around to see her. Angie had her gun ready, and fired a shot into his head. “99 left “, she said. Soon the world would be clean. Soon the world could start over again.