Honestly, I was there the entire time but I still donât know how we did it.
We were attacked by I think a little over 50 of the red people. We didnât have guns to help us anymore and every battle had to be fought with weapons we had no real training with.
Yet, despite that, not a single member of the Williams family lost their life last night. Even though Uncle Lenny wasnât the only close call.
Uncle Mack almost bought it too. He was still nursing an arrow wound in his thigh and couldnât move as nimbly.
As a result, he ended up getting a spear driven straight through his gut all the out the other side, and apparently that wasnât enough to put him down.
Of course it only makes sense in a poetic sort of way.
Since he couldnât move all that much, he was the one guarding the theater where all the small kids were hiding. His daughters were in there.
Shoot even the dogs were in there.
A lot of them were dealing with the guilt of accidentally leaving the dogs outside on day one so I doubt that mistake would happen again.
Anyway, there was no way he was going to die without giving it his all and he managed to kill three of them on his own before the biggest contributor to last nightâs survival came and helped him.
And it wasnât Grandpa.
Flipping Rakeon.
Because of the situation we were in, he felt like he had to pick the rouge class to give us a better chance of survival, and boy am I thankful that he did.
One of the skills he chose was a passive one that basically helped to conceal him when not being directly looked at.
He wasnât invisible or anything, but in a dark area where you didnât already know where he was, it would be far harder to find him.
Now he didnât tell me what his second skill was, but Iâm sure it had something to do with killing because he was like a reaper coming for the necks of our enemies.
Someone in the family would be fighting for their lives, and Rakeon would come out of nowhere and drive a knife straight through the neck or heart of whoever we were facing before seemingly vanishing again.
Classes and skills really mattered, and our experiences last night helped to drive that thought home.
Something else we almost paid a dear price to learn was the importance of stat points and where you placed them, or even if you placed them.
Something Uncle Mack and Uncle Lenny both learned firsthand.
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Neither of them had placed a single stat point they received until last night. Uncle Mack didnât because he wanted more information before doing so, while Uncle Lenny was just confused by it all.
Just because Grandpa and Grandma birthed and raised a bunch of nerds, that didnât mean Uncle Lenny and anyone else who married into the family was a nerd as well, and he wasnât really one.
So he left them alone.
Until last night.
He had earned a decent amount, and when he ended up with a sword through his neck and life was quickly slipping away from him, he had the quick thinking to dump every single stat point he had into vitality.
Just because he wasnât a nerd, it didnât mean he was dumb. He knew vitality had something to do with life and thought that was his best chance to surviving. It was literally his last act before he fell unconscious.
And that act saved his life.
Uncle Mack went through something similar, but heâs been grumbling about having to waste his stat points all morning.
At first his grumbles were said aloud, until Grandpa smacked him upside the head and told him to shut up, and now his grumbles were low and not said at all if Grandpa was in the room.
The only other thing I think helped us to survive last night was the fact that the main house was disgustingly massive.
Even the kitchen that I found Aunt Risha and Uncle Lenny in last night was only one of two. Two damn kitchens. One was for family cooking, while the other was a proper chefâs kitchen for when Grandpa held events here.
Either way the size of the house played in our favor and the red people obviously didnât know where to go and we knew all the hiding spots. It was a mess for them, especially when you consider Rakeon and Grandpa were prowling.
Iâm just glad we survived.
Once the night was over, and no more enemies came, and it was confirmed that we all survived the night, the morning was spent on cleanup.
Everyone who could handle it spent the morning carrying all the bodies out of the house and into a large pile outside.
Rakeon wasnât one of the helpers though as he spent the better part of the morning puking his guts out and crying in his motherâs arms.
No one laughed or made fun of him. We werenât a family of killers. This wasnât us. Of course we owned guns, a lot of them even, but the goal wasnât to use them on people. Not unless we absolutely had no choice but to do so, and it was in defense of life.
Grandpa would never pull his gun out if someone stole a bike or something.
Okay maybe that wasnât completely true.
Dad would never pull the gun out for that.
And if any of us did, then it wouldnât have been the rifles, those never left the house unless it was packed in box and they were heading to the range to shoot.
So it was understandable, at least in my opinion, that the feeling of taking another life wasnât a fun one.
Thoughâ¦I donât feel the urge to puke or even throw up as I helped carry the bodies out of the house.
It was only when I thought back to the man in the ocean that my stomach started to feel weird. Right now I felt mostly fine.
But it wasnât something I wanted to dwell on at the moment.
Instead I focused on moving all the bodies from the house outside and once we were done, we lit them all on fire. Thankfully matches still worked.
Something we thought was entirely useless to have before all of this because lighters existed, but Grandpa liked them so we had them.
Once that was done, a little watch was set up outside to watch for enemies, and monitor the big pyre burning, to make sure it didnât spread to the house or the forest. Everyone else was on cleaning duty.
I doubt we would abandon the compound anytime soon, as it was kinda the perfect base to hole up in during this mess. So cleaning it was a must, as it probably wouldnât do us any good to live amongst all the dried blood in the house.
As we cleaned, there was something of a silent agreement to ignore what weâve been hearing all morning.
Screams.
Coming from the town around us.
It wouldnât be something that we could ignore forever, but for now thatâs what we did. I donât care if someone wanted to call us heartless, but we werenât heroes. It wasnât like we could swoop in and save the day for every person in trouble anyway.
Just control what we can control.
And right now thatâs making sure our family was safe.