Fading Memories

The birds are chirping and the winds is lightly blowing bringing the smell of sweet smelling apples to my nose. I look around and see an orchard with a kind old man who lets me pick some apples to bring home to my family. I get home with a bag of apples of five or six so we could bake them into a pie. My wife has been cooking all day for the family gathering that we were going to have tomorrow. I go inside and the children rush to my side and are happy to see that I am home. I go to my wife and kiss her and giver her the bag.

"Can we have one mom? asks the kids.

"I guess you can have one but the rest are going into the pie." She hands them an apple each. The kids went upstairs and started playing.

" So did you hear the news?" I asked.

"No I haven't what is going on?" replied my wife.

" There have been some violent attack near here and are getting worst I think we need to move."

" Are you kidding me?" she asked me. " I don't want to move we have a nice life here."

" I know we do but what if the attacks don't get better/ What if they just get worst and our house is attacked?"

"Well with your training you should be fine..."

"The military is collapsing due to these attacks." I inturupted.

"What do you mean?"

" We have lost 5287 men in the first week of these attacks and we don't have many more men."

"Well they haven't drafted you yet so it must not be that ...."

The sound of breaking glass fills the house.

"That sounds like it came from upstairs!" shouts my wife.

She darts up stairs and the sound of rustiling footsteps and a high pitch scream gets my attention.

"Honey! Where are you!" I shouted in a panic. I run room to room and finally found her sitting with the bloody remains of the kids. She looked at me with her eyes blood shot and a huge gap in her cheek.

"Honey?" I asked backing away towards the door.

She charged me and threw me through a window. I landed and dislocated my arm. She runs down stairs and quickly moves towards me. I pull out my pistol and point it at her.

Stop! I say she stops but only for a moment and continues to me. I pull the trigger and hear a crack from the gun. Her body crumples on the ground.

I wake up in a pool of cold sweat and think to myself that I can't change the past and need to keep going to not let my family die in vain.