If we want to save our country, we must release all our anger in one night.

I was watching the newly released movie ‘purge’ when all of a sudden this pops up:

“This is not a test. This is your emergency broadcast announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the US Government. Weapons of class 4 and lower have been authorized for use during the purge, all other weapons are restricted. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity from the purge and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren any and all crime including murder will be legal for twelve continuous hours. Police, fire and emergency medical services will be unavailable until tomorrow morning at 7 a.m. when the purge concludes. Blessed be our Nation. May god be with you all”

Is this a coincidence? You are watching a movie and the exact happens in real life. Everyone in the house gathers around the TV. What proceeds next? What to do?

After some moments, the sirens ring, and so does the mumbling of prayers start. I don’t understand a thing. Why are humans such hypocrites? They’ll never remember god throughout their lives except in times of need. Isn’t this the only reason they are bound to be struck by calamities? So that they get the spiritual regeneration they direly need.

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We start locking the windows and barricading the doors in fear. Whatever we find, just put it in front of the entrances. Then we go to the weaponry and take out one rifle for each person (except my youngest brother) and a lot of ammunition. All of a sudden, the lights go off. We’re practically doomed now. How would we see what’s happening at this critical time? I remember I bought a torch some days ago and put it in the attic upstairs. My dad accompanied me to the attic with the mobile’s flash. I glanced from the window of the attic, and god there was chaos. Residents were getting heartlessly killed by masked individuals with guns and bloody knives in their hands. It looked like a governmental collusion.

We hear screams from downstairs. Both of us run back to see the scenario we were scared of the most. A person was drilling our wall. I tell everyone what is happening outside. My mom says: “if you want, you can use my body as a shield. And so should your brothers and dad agree”. My dad and brothers agreed. I was confused. Why would they do this? For me?

Just in this thinking, the wall breaks, and the person starts to proceed into our house. I tell everyone to go to the rear of the house while I deal with him. I shoot him and he dies in agony. I peek outside and wasn’t surprised to see a group of masked men surrounding my house. They see me and start moseying toward me. I run back and tell everyone at the back that they will need to sacrifice their lives, either for me or get killed by them. Someone fires in the house. I look back and see the group pointing their rifles at me. I run upstairs and while doing so, I randomly spray-shoot the crowd in hope of killing at least some men. I hide behind the wall adjacent to the stairs. The group runs towards me. I keep shooting and suddenly my gun runs out of ammunition. Right down was my family, not in view of the masked men. I jump from the stairs and grab the ammunition from everyone. The group couldn’t see me and thus stopped firing for a second. I say goodbye, shed a tear, and in the name of God kill my family. I take my middle brother’s body as a shield and run to the nearest pillar. The five men jump off the staircase and run towards me. I start spray-shooting again. All of them get killed while I lose a leg. I sigh in relief and pain. My house resembled how one would look in a zombie apocalypse. The marble was overflowing with blood. I tasted some, it was metallic, just like my ex’s heart.

Today was the day I realized I was actually of some worth and thanked myself that I took that last moment medical emergency practical. I gather myself up and go outside. Carnage, Blood, and Bodies. I see and smell the river of blood flowing down the street. The bodies were not only mutilated but the organs were ripped out. An eye here, while an arm there. Some cracked skulls with the brain flowing out of them were also visible. I felt pity, but at the same time it satisfied my unseen desire for gore.

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I go back into the house as it’s a better option until the purge concludes. I sit and lean by the wall. I see a folded-up paper some steps away. I curiously pick it up, and to my surprise, it says: “We have your brother. Find us, you keep him. You have two days. If you do not come, he will be killed”. Wait didn’t I kill him? Or was he hiding behind someone or somewhere? I go back to where the dead bodies were, and his wasn’t there. I looked around the whole house and couldn’t find him. Well then, time will tell where he actually is.

I first tried tracking his GPS location but his mobile was dead. Suddenly I hear sirens, and the purge concludes. I go outside to see if the masked left any clues. The right wall had some coordinates written on it. I plugged them in and they showed a strange suburb somewhere downtown in the hood three-hundred miles from my location. Just then, the emergency services came and started helping the people who barely survived the purge. I filed a missing person report and requested some help with transportation and burials while telling them the whole situation. They took me to the police station and let me borrow the car for a limited time.

During the 300 miles, I saw things I may have never even dreamt of. It’s a feeling of its own to see bloodshed at this level. The car couldn’t even grip the road properly due to the mass of thick blood. I arrive at the location. I take the stairs to the top as the note instructed. I expected some gunned men with my brother locked up in a cage or something like that. I see nothing. I Look around and find a sign saying: “Loser! Sharon isn’t here. Nor will you ever get him”. Due to tiredness, I give up in desperation hoping for the best to happen.

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5 DAYS LATER; receives a phone call

7888: “Hi. Is This Ron speaking?”

Ron: “Yes. May I ask your identity?”

7888: “It’s Sally from National Human Trafficking. We have your supposed brother, Sharon”

Ron: “Human trafficking? How the hell did he end up there?”

7888: “He said that he was kidnapped by an unknown cult of masked men during the purge. Our Rangers were hunting in the Coconino forest where these masked men were performing a ritual, and Sharon was about to be crucified. Rest is history. Anyways, I’m sending him to your nearby police station. Sign the paper works and pick him up from there”

Ron: “Alright I’m heading out”

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Well, this was an experience. ~Killed my family, almost lost two of my limbs and a brother, destroyed literally everything in my house, and got to see the purge~



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