Flash Fiction

It's been two weeks since they came. The rebels came in the dead of night while my twelve year old brother, Frank, and I, twenty years of age, Fred were asleep. We had left long ago before the British began their bombings of Canada and America and settled in South America. They broke into our log cabin located in a remote Colombian jungle , kidnapped my brother, and left hastily. This wouldn't have happened if that discovery never happened... Three years ago, scientists developed a serum to cure the addictions of substance abusers. Everyone thought that it was wonderful as there was a one hundred percent chance of being cured. After a few months, side effects began to be noticed. These went from occasional headaches, nausea, and stomach aches,  to paranoia, rage, and insanity. To finally, loss of all intelligence, murder, and cannibalism. This effects caused by this serum slowly developed into a contagious virus. It was spread from a "zombie," as people called them, to a victim by means of a bite, or a scratch. This disease quickly spread across Canada and the United States. Claiming millions of lives and creating even more of those zombies. The Mexicans wasted no time. They built a massive wall to prevent any zombies from moving into Mexico. Thus creating a safe-zone for many North Americans. My twelve year old brother, Frank, and I, twenty years old Fred, quickly travelled from our home in San Antonio, Texas to Mexico and eventually to Colombia, where we go back to the original story. A group of rebels called the M.W.B.(Mexicans Without Borders), began to abduct children to join their army for an attempt to invade and take over parts of North America.  I quickly grabbed my gear and took off in a search. Over the course of several months, I tracked the rebel group until I finally discovered their base. In the dead of night, I sneaked into their base, freed the abducted children, among whom was my brother. Then I placed charges on their barracks, blew it up, and killed the rest of them with automatic firearms. After travelling alone for months without proper provisions, having to hunt for food, water, and other vital materials, I was reunited with my brother and we were able to return home.

REVISED
It's been two weeks since they came. They broke into my log cabin and kidnapped my younger brother, and left hastily. My brother and I had found shelter in the remote jungles of post apocalyptic Colombia from the British that were constantly bombarding North America. The apocalypse happened because of a scientific experiment that had went horribly wrong. In Canada, scientists developed a serum to cure substance abusers. This serum evolved into a virus, which spread across Canada and the United States. The Mexicans had built a wall to stop the spread. A resistance army called the M.W.B, wanted recruits for combating these zombies and seizing North America. I had been tracking that squad of rebels for months. I finally came across their camp, after having gone through hell on Earth. I dispatched the rebel group of twenty five, and released the abducted children, and found my brother among them. I had finally managed to recover my brother and move us to safety.