Stimulus 1: Choices/Decisions
As the years go by this whole time I thought he was gone forever. Years spent alone on the streets just hearing voices in my head his voice … Grandpas voice, telling his stories of his time when he played that NFL game against the Patriots huh didn’t stop talking about his touch downs. Max that’s the name I decided to call my best friend or as they say it ” a mans best friend” barked in his sleep. Sleeping away probably dreaming about all the steak he could eat that’s if there any left in the world. I spent a lot of time on the streets trying to make contact with the police. But yet his voice came on the radio grandpas voice, ” My name is Leonardo Davidson, any news on the suspect” I did not manage to respond, this couldn’t be Grandpa, he died way back, there was nothing I could do about it, maybe it was just me hearing voices by mistake, ive been walking on the streets with max way to long. “My name is David Green” I lied onto the microphone. I was afraid to tell him who I really was but I yet he did sound Grandpa “David where are you?, you alone? Why are you still here” that moment I I was confused .. is it Grandpa. I replied “im just with Max on night watch”. He didn’t reply back.
Huh your probably reading this and saying that your confused, let me start over. My real name is John Davidson I live in New York City(NYC) I guess the real heart of New York City, working in the force for 26 years. To be honest I don’t quite recall those things anymore, its not like they still matter do they? I cant tell you about my parent either…parents, couldn’t really call them my parents. The las thing I remember about them is when I was 12 they left me at Grandpas and never came back huh even Grandpa didn’t know why they left me with them. They’d never once taken me out for fun they were always busy on the technology and phone books and yet they pick their jobs over their own son, you could call them the best parents ever I say they just deserted me and left me with Grandpa now im not saying Grandpa is a bad guy I love the old man i might as well call him Dad he practically raised me the way I wanted to be treated.
When I was young at the age 18 Grandpa introduced me to Max the German Shepard Grandpas old police dog, I loved living with Grandpa I had my own room, that’s a first, grandpa and i would sit under a tent made of blankets and chairs we made ourselves and he would tell me about all those adventures he went on when he was young. The greatest story he told me was about cancer Grandpa was one of the greatest warriors I know fighting his battle through cancer and there is no doubt about that. Sadly that battle wasn’t successful he passed away when 21 years old, my Grandpa, my .. my dad gone I only had Max with me and even still today max is 24 and im 40, ” We still got a long way to go buddy” I hugged Max. The last thing Grandpa gave me but his Bible, he told me “Whenever you feel like your going to fail, read and pray son” yet living 40 years of my life this words are my favourite. Christmas came along, no Grandpa.
Four years later, I thought I’d wake up to the great smelling essence of Grandpas homemade eggs and bacon sandwich, but no I woke up on the floor next Max and something was bugging my back turned aside, it was Grandpas Book “Ohh Grandpa” walked outside and I saw badge and his uniform in front me Im thinking no he’s dead he’s not here closed the door and opened it again the uniform was gone. No supplies available shops all deceased nothing. Radio came on “David you still there ? its me Leo I got your coordinates you seem to have missed a lot of stuff we’re going to come get you son I want to meet you” Granpa hes…
Max woke up from his sleep because i made such a noise while panicking from one corner of the room to another, “Sorry buddy” i said walking up to him and patting and scratching his head. Wherever my grandfather wanted to take me i needed to pack my things. I grabbed my old dusty work backpack from underneath the bed and stuffed some clothes into it everything I need to the long walk, tooth brush, water, fish and canned meat. it made me remember that they were the only things i took with me during the end of the world. there was nothing else I needed beside Grandpas Book and his necklace. This day I remember how Gandpa, Max and I were going on a Adventure remembering Grandpas words “John get max n come over and start packin we’re going on an adventure” before i shut the door to our hideout that’s was Grandpa could it, i took my time to look into it for surely the last time, i knew wherever i was going i wouldn’t return. It might sound strange but no matter how awful and lonely my time down here was i will miss this place even though i spent most of my time down here being afraid of dying it was the only safe place to go it was my home for so long and i fancied the idea of spending the rest of my short life in there. I sighed deeply closing my eyes as i shut the door. “calm down max it’ll be okay its time to close past and open a new door” i mumbled under another sigh as so often in the past Max was barking at something which was probably nothing but a piece of trash he was afraid of. but when i turned around i laid my eyes on something else. or rather someone. Grandpa…