Election Night

WARNING! This story is for mature audiences only. It contains strong language, extreme violence, and explicit sexual content. If you are underage or not mature enough, please refrain from reading this story. I have other writings that are more suitable for general audiences. I am not responsible for any hurt feelings.

DISCLAIMER: This story was written when I was around 20-21 years old back in 2017-2019. At that time, I found the world to be so absurd that it felt almost satirical to me. This story reflects that perspective at that time. It’s important to understand that this story is intended for mature readers who can appreciate the satirical elements within the writing. This story does not represent my general body of work, as I have refined my writing content and style over the years.

A bunch of gruesome murders happen at a party on the night of the presidential election forcing the attendants to find a way to survive.

“Thanks for coming,” Jessica thanked.

“Like I had a choice,” I sighed.

Getting out the car, I took a moment to scope out the mansion surrounded by nothing, but acres of grass. Who the hell lives all the way out here, I thought to myself. 

 “You always have a choice, Sam,” she teased, shoving me.

“The whole thing is pointless.”

“Just be kind.”

I gave her a smile, not wanting to disappoint. After ringing the doorbell, a male appeared through the glass panes on the door. He opened the door, giving us a huge smile.

“Jessica!” the man greeted. “I’m glad you came!”

They hugged. I glanced at the sunset. The man noticed me. 

“You must be Sam?” he assumed. 

We shook hands. I forced a grin. 

“That’s correct,” I answered.

“My name is Philip,” he revealed. “Welcome in.”

He offered us something to drink, but we both declined for the time being. Red and blue balloons filled the house, and U.S. flags were set up all around. 

“I met Jessica before, and she’s already been informed about how this goes down, but I’m sure you have a lot of questions about this event,” Philip assumed.

Not really, I thought. Before I could open my mouth, he cut me off. 

“Don’t worry, you’ll have all your questions answered when you meet the folks,” he promised. 

We walked through the hallway, and finally arrived to the living room where 3 people were sitting on the couches in front of a television. They had drinks in their hands, talking to each other. 

“Everyone!” Philip called out. “I’d like you all to meet Jessica and Sam!”

We waved at each other. This was the worst part I hated about gatherings – the introductions. Pretending you care about someone’s life only after 5 seconds of meeting them. 

“This is Ryan.”

 Philp pointed to a man in a tight white shirt, with huge muscles, and a beer in his hand.

“Wassup,” Ryan grunted before taking another sip.

“This is Evie.”

She waved at us cheerfully.

“And this is David.”

He pointed to a man with glasses who was typing on his phone. 

“Oh hi,” David welcomed. 

Shaking his hand, I felt a sense of familiarity. 

“Have we met before?” I asked. 

“NTVC News. I’m a reporter,” he revealed.

“That’s where I remember you from; I see you all the time!”

He blushed. We sat down as Philip stood in the middle of the living room.

“This may be new to all of you, but do not feel alone,” Philip presented. “There are many people across the country in your situation right now. That is why we at Prime Tech created this experience for you. To bring people from all different backgrounds together to show that in times of great division, this country can be united.”

We were all silent as our attention was kept on Philip. Ryan clapped with an unamused face. 

“Bravo, Dr. King,” Ryan mocked. “Let’s get on with it.”

Some of us chuckled. 

“Of course,” Philip agreed. “It’s getting time for it to start. Before we do, I’d like all of you to place your phones in that container.”

“What?” I muttered.

Everyone took out their phones without a problem. They put their phones in a plastic container on the table. I looked at Jessica for explanation. She caught my confused look and smiled. 

“Oh yeah that’s right; it was on the contract we signed.”

“I didn’t signed any paper. Why do we have to give up our phones?” I asked.

“It’s to make the experience more authentic without any interruptions, to see how people interact under these circumstances,” Philip answered.

“That’s ridiculous. People always have their phones on them. Besides, what if there’s an emergency?” I argued.

“Don’t worry,” Philip assured. He took out his phone. “I still have my phone on me just in case. And when it’s all over you can have them back.”

I pondered at the container for a moment as everyone scrutinized me. Sighing, I dropped my phone in the bin. After all, it wasn’t enough to get worked up over. What was the worst that could happen?

“Great,” Philip declared. 

He took the container. He walked over to a safe in the corner, put in a combination, and it opened.

“Don’t you think that’s a little bit too much?” I asked.

“I’m just following the procedure,” he responded.

“I would say at least we’re all getting paid for this, but you were invited,” Ryan mentioned. 

“Yeah, don’t remind me,” I sighed. 

“Now, let’s begin,” Philip cheered. 

Philip turned on the television screen, showing two reporters in the newsroom. It was prime time as the headline below read Election Night in America.

“If you are just tuning in, we would like to welcome you to election night here in America.”

The screen to the side of the news reporter showed pictures of two candidates. Warren Burt and Jeannette Paulson, two of the worst candidates in history. It’s a shame, out of all the choices, this was the best America could do.

An hour and a half passed, not a whole lot had changed. Burt was leading Paulson 17-3 in electoral votes. We got drinks and made small talk as time went by. 

“It’s still early, she can win this,” Evie muttered to herself.

“This is great,” Ryan smirked. “I can’t wait to see all the libtards’ heads roll when Burt wins.”

“You seem more concerned about making others mad than actually what’s good for this country,” Evie defended. 

“Burt is what’s good for this country. Besides pissing libtards and the fake news media off, he stands for Christian values, local businesses, and the 2nd amendment. It’s about time we have a real American president.”

“You mean a real asshole? Jeannette stands for those things too, she just doesn’t brag about them as if they make her special. I can’t believe people actually voted for Burt.”

“Because he speaks his mind? That’s what makes him the perfect candidate.”

“Just because he speaks his mind doesn’t make what he says true. It just means he doesn’t care what others think,” Jessica intervened.

“Oh I suppose you want Jeannette to win just like all the other libtards?” Ryan assumed.

“Actually, I voted Green,” Jessica chuckled. “There was no way I was going to vote for any of these two.”

“At least you won’t be upset when Jeannette loses,” Ryan said. He turned his attention back to Evie. “Besides the fact that you don’t like Burt, why do you like Jeannette so much?”

“As a woman it’s nice to see someone stand up for equality for all people, that’s for one,” Evie explained. “She was a senator and served under President Dick Hartigen. She’s clearly more qualified to lead us in these troubling times.”

Philip came back into the living room with a plate of finger foods. Ryan snatched a few off the plate before Philip could put them down. 

“Sam,” Philip began. “What do you make of all of this?”

“I can see everyone is passionate about their side,” I guessed. 

“No I mean about the election, and what’s going on in this country,” Philip pestered, sitting down next to me. 

All eyes were on me, awaiting my answer with anticipation.  

“Honestly, it doesn’t matter to me who wins,” I revealed.

“You have to have somebody,” David called out from the corner of the room.

“You don’t think the election is important?” Philip guessed.

I sighed, growing irritated from the pestering. 

“Every election is important as they say, but people get too caught up in it,” I explained. “They look to these demagogues every 4 years for change in their lives, when the only person that can change it is them.”

They kept their eyes on me as I continued. 

“Besides local politics can have a bigger impact on us than the president. Roads, education, city taxes, jobs; those are things we deal with in our cities every day, but people tend to forget who’s in control of that. I doubt most people could name their own mayor or a state legislator, but the presidency stirs up emotion, so its good media.”

Everyone looked at me dumbfounded, but Philip kept his assuring smile at me. 

“That is an interesting ideology you have,” Philip admired.

He got up from the couch. Jessica leaned closer to me.

“Babe, I think you offended him,” she joked in a whisper. 

“I don’t care.” 

I went to the kitchen to grab a water bottle, and that was when I came across David in the kitchen as well. We were out of ear shot of everyone else in the living room as they continued to watch the election.

“Aye don’t worry about being an outcast,” David spoke grabbing a beer. “You’re not the only one.”

“I doubt that. Everyone believes they have to pick a side.”

“I believe you. I’m an independent, but I try not to get too much caught up in politics. It’s always good to have some balance.”

“And that’s the problem, most people are extreme in one way or the other. That’s why I don’t like it.”

“Well at least whoever wins, you won’t feel bad about it. I on the other hand, am going to have to deal with the dread of the election regardless of who wins.

“Because you’re an independent?”

“No because I’m a reporter. They’re going to have me go across town finding people who are happy and angry about the results. It’s a pain.”

We began walking back to the living room.  

“At least you’ll have your own account from all of this. You get it first hand, and what are the odds that they’d invite a reporter to one of these events?”

“Sometimes I wonder if I was lucky, or unlucky,” he joked.

We laughed. 

“Hey Phil,” Ryan called out shaking the empty bottle in his hand. “You got other kinds of beer?”

“This isn’t a bar,” Evie retorted.

“It’s fine,” Philip chuckled. “I think I have some in my car I forgot to take out. Let me go check.”

Philip exited the house. On the screen, the state of California filled with blue as Jeannette Paulson’s image came over it.

“And with that, Jeannette Paulson takes California giving her the lead,” the news reporter revealed.

“Yes!” Evie jumped up. “She’s coming back!”

“Oh please,” Ryan laughed. “Of course she was going to win California. This state is a libtard infested hell hole.”

“Would you stop with the libtard shit?” Evie ordered. “It’s libtard this, and libtard that with you. Do you know any other word?”

“Yeah I do….. libtard,” Ryan muttered with a smirk.

“How about you-,” Evie began, raising her voice.

“Hey easy everyone,” Jessica interrupted. “Let’s all relax.

Evie laid back in the couch, settling down.

“Passionate aren’t they,” David laughed. 

The electricity cut off, encasing us in darkness. Only the moon gave us light. 

“What the hell?” Ryan barked. “This guy can’t afford the light bill or something?”

Evie screamed. Outside the window she was pointing at, the horror met our eyes. Two individuals dressed in ski masks and wearing all black with camo pants, were stabbing Philip as he laid on the ground bleeding. 

“Oh my god! We have to do something!” David ordered. 

 “Call the police!” Jessica screamed.

I reached for my phone only to feel the empty space, then it hit me. 

“Our phones are in the safe,” I muttered. 

I ran over to the house phone, but when I picked it up it was cut off. 

“The power outage knocked out the phones.”

“Damn it!” Ryan barked.

The two goons stopped the stabbing, allowing Philip to crawl away with blood leaking out of his mouth.  He reached out faintly with desperation painted on his face. 

“Help me!” he screamed. 

 “Are we just going to stand here?” Ryan yelled. “There’s 5 of us, and only 2 of them. I say we go out there and beat their asses!”

I looked at David, and we both nodded. 

  “No you can’t!” Jessica called out. 

She pulled my arm, but I knocked it away.

“If we don’t, he’s going to die,” I said. 

Right before we could move any further we stopped. One of them had a strap around his shoulder, and he moved it to reveal a cross bow in his hand.

“What is he doing?” Evie asked.

He loaded it up and aimed it at us.

“They’re taunting us. They want us to watch.” 

Ryan kicked the wall, growing angry. As the man with the cross bow kept his aim at us, his pal got behind Philip who kept crawling. He put his hand around his chin, exposing Philip’s neck. With his knife, he slit Philip’s throat. We were in shock as it happened, but the maniac didn’t stop there. He kept cutting around Philips’ neck, until he severed his head completely off his body.

“Oh my god,” Jessica gasped.

The man tossed Philip’s head at the window. 

“We gotta get out of here,” I said. 

“But how?” Evie cried. “We have no phones, the nearest house is miles from here, and we’re surrounded by them.”

“We can go out the back,” Jessica suggested.

“Then they’ll just go around the house and meet us there,” David countered.

 “One of us could stay, that way at least one of them has to stay as well,” Ryan suggested.

We pondered, looking at each other. 

 “Evie,” Ryan blurted out.

“No!” Evie screamed.

“Ryan what the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped.

“What? The men need to stick together. We’re the strongest, so it can’t be any of us,” he defended.

“You’re such an asshole,” I scorned.

“Fuck you man, how about your girlfriend then,” he insulted.

He pushed me. I shoved him back, then David got between us. 

“This isn’t the time!” David asserted.

Ryan and I glared at each other. We finally separated, cooling down. 

“Fuck it, I’ll stay since you all want to be a bunch of pussies,” Ryan sighed.

“Fine, let’s go,” I responded.

We took off running to the back towards the backyard. David sped in front of me taking the lead. As we moved, the power outage came across my mind. If the generator was in the back, how did they cut it off and be in front of the house so quickly?

“Aye slow down, David,” I stated.

“Don’t you want to get out of here?” 

“Isn’t the fuse box in the back?” I asked. 

“I don’t know. Why?” Jessica responded. 

I couldn’t answer, still trying to piece everything together. Thoughts went away when we made it to the backdoor. 

  “We made it, Ryan! Come on!” David called out.

“Alright!” he called back.

David opened the backyard door, and Ryan came to us. David stepped into the backyard first. My thought process came back to me, and I remembered I hadn’t seen a power box out in the front when we had arrived. The realization came as David ran out first. 

“Wait!” I called out.

An arrow struck David in the head, dropping him to the ground outside. 

“Oh shit!” Ryan screamed.

Jessica tried to check on his body, but I grabbed her.

“He’s dead, forget it!” I argued.

We ran back into the house, shutting the door. From the shadows came two figures dressed the same as the other ones, one of them had a crossbow. 

“How did they get around the house so fast?” Evie questioned.

“I don’t think it’s them,” Jessica answered.

They had no blood on them. We ran to the front where the two men were still at, just staring at us through the windows as they had Philip’s blood on them.

“Fuck! There’s 4 of them!” Ryan complained.

“This is all your fault,” Evie muttered.

“My fault?” Ryan asked.

“If you didn’t asked for that damn beer, Philip would still be alive, and we could have used his phone! I swear all you cons care about is your beer and guns!”

“You’re one to talk. You haven’t offered any solutions so far, all you do is bitch and moan! You libtards are a bunch of pansies. And speaking of guns, maybe if we had one, we would be able to fight back!” 

They shouted back and forth. 

“Guys, this is no time for politics!” I yelled. “We have to focus.”

“You know what?” Ryan mocked with a smirk. “Fuck this. I don’t need to hang out with you libtards, and get killed like the other two. I’m finding my own way.”

He started to walk away, but I grabbed him.

“Oh what are you going to do by yourself?” I brought up.

As soon as he turned around, he shoved me back. I felt something behind my legs causing me to trip and fall. I smacked my head on the table. 

“Sam!” Jessica screamed.

I saw Jessica standing over me, but my sight of her grew dim as her voice became faint. Everything faded. 


“Sam,” Jessica said. 

Her voice was clearer. Feeling on my head, I felt a small cut on the back of my head with a speck of blood on my hand. Jessica helped me up. I looked around and notice it was just the two of us.

“Where is Ryan and Evie?”

“They all went their separate ways, but they’re still in the house.”

I looked outside. No one was there. 

“Jessica,” I stated. “They’re gone.”

Our faces went pale as we gave each other haunted looks. 

 “Fuck you!” we heard Ryan scream from another room.

We ran towards the room. When we got there, the sight was unbelievable. Ryan was on top of the masked man, wailing on him. The man tried his best to defend off Ryan, gripping his throat, but Ryan pushed his hands off. Off to the side laid Evie’s dead body with stab wounds all over her torso. 

Ryan picked up a bowling ball nearby. As he brought it down, the mask man’s eyes lit up, and he gasped.  Ryan smashed the bowling ball on the man’s face. It was enough to stop the fight from the man as he was dazed. Ryan kept hammering the man’s face with the ball. Each hit creating a gushy sound from the man’s flesh being brutalized.

“You thought you could kill me?” Ryan yelled. He continued smashing. “Well fuck you!”

We were in shock, not knowing how to stop it, as we constantly looked behind us to see if anyone was coming.

“Ryan come on, we have to go!” I asserted.

Ryan kept pummeling the man’s face into a fucking mud hole. The man’s body convulsed in a seizure. Ryan smiled, enriched by the sight as he breathed heavily, smashing the man’s face. For a moment I couldn’t tell who was crazier. Ryan finally stopped. He dropped the ball, and got up.

“Ryan let’s go!” I ordered.

He looked at me confused.

“You two are still here?” he asked, then he walked past us. “I could handle myself.”

We made it back into the living room.

“It must be my night,” Ryan joked. “I’m getting the fuck outta here now.”

“What happened to Evie?” Jessica asked.

He gulped with paranoia.

“Oh yeah, the goons got her before I could stop them,” he stammered. “They almost got me too.”

He ran towards the door.

 “No wait! We don’t know if they’re all gone or not! Remember the others!”

He turned around giving us a sinister smile as he caught his breath.  

“You libtards are a bunch of pussies, see ya!”

He skedaddled out the door, keeping the door opened. We watched as he got into his car and tried to start it up. Each time he twisted the key, the engine made its noise, but wouldn’t turn on completely.

“Fuck, what’s going on!” he yelled.

He finally got back out of his car, to check up on the engine. He inspected it.

“Shit!” he yelled, slamming down the hood. 

He ran over to another car and checked on the engine. He slammed the hood down. He faced us from the street.

“They cut the engines!” he called out.

An arrow hit his leg, taking him to the ground where he rolled and screamed. 

“Oh no,” I gasped.

I took off running, but then I saw the masked men coming from the dark behind Ryan. The one with the cross bow fired at me, but it missed me. Seeing him reload, I ran back inside the house as the arrow hit the door. They surrounded Ryan, stalking him. He flipped them off and screamed something at them which we couldn’t hear. One of them shot an arrow right through Ryan’s eye, piercing through his skull.

“Oh my God,” Jessica gasped. 

The other one kicked his corpse in the head. One of them took out a pair of keys and dangled them in front of us.

“Those are Philip’s,” I spoke. “They were playing with us this whole time.”

They started walking towards the door. My heart jumped.

“Move!” I yelled.

On instinct, I ran towards the basement as Jessica followed. I barged right through, almost falling down the stairs, but I caught myself. Jessica made it in and slammed and locked the door. 

We heard the footsteps above us as they wandered through the house, moving fast. All 3 men were loose in the house now. They spoke, but it was inaudible. Shaking together, Jessica and I remained quiet. 

“They’re going to find us eventually. We have to do something,” Jessica whispered. 

I scanned the basement. My eyes stopped when I came across something of value. 

“Look,” I pointed out. 

A samurai sword hung on the wall. I grabbed the sword, taking it out of the casing. The metal shined at my ogling eyes. 

“We got them fuckers,” I declared. 

Footsteps approached the door. Turning off the lights, we ran to the corner right before the door opened. A pair of legs walked down the steps. The masked individual turned on the lights, exposing their back to us, unknowing we were there. I ran towards him. As soon as he turned around, I swung the sword. He gasped and froze, eyes shooting wide open at the blade aiming for his neck. His life must’ve flashed right before his eyes. I severed his head clean off, sending it flying across the room. Blood spurted up from his neck as the body flopped to the ground. I went over to the head.

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked.

“I wanna know who he is,” I said. 

Taking off the mask, I was surprised. The he was a she with short black hair. Her mouth and eyes were still open from the shock. I had to admit, she did look kind of cute, minus missing a body.

Upstairs, we slowly opened the door, tiptoeing out the basement. When we got out, we saw one of the masked men pacing back and forth, grunting to himself as he held the crossbow. The other one confronted him.

“I couldn’t find them,” the shorter one without the crossbow revealed. He hesitated and lowered his head. “But they killed Tyler.”

“Shit! They have to be here somewhere!” the taller one yelled.

They had their back turned towards us, as we moved in closer towards them. For some particular reason, the state of caution I had throughout most of the night vanished. In that very moment, I felt very lucky and bold. It must’ve been the sword, and the sense of power it gave me. 

“Hey!” I called out.

“Sam, what are you doing?” Jessica stammered. 

I tossed the severed head towards them where it rolled to their feet. The house fell silent as none of us moved. The taller man stared at the head without moving, then he started huffing and puffing. 

“That’s for Philip,” I scorned. 

“You motherfucker!” he yelled. “That was my baby!”

“Well, you can still find some use with her mouth,” I laughed.

He screamed as he aimed the crossbow at me. I started jogging in place.

“Come on, you want some bitch?” I taunted. 

He fired at me. I tried to dodge, but my reflexes weren’t as good as I thought. I was able to move my chest out the way, but the arrow pierced my shoulder. The impact dropped me to the ground were now I was groaning in pain. Jessica ran to check up on me. The taller man went to reload, but the crossbow was jammed. 

“Shit!” he yelled. 

As the taller man struggled to fix the crossbow, he turned to his pal who stood there dumbfounded. 

“Don’t just stand there! Kill them!” the taller man ordered.

The shorter one marched towards us with his knife drawn.

“Come on Sam, get up,” Jessica pled.

“He’s coming behind you!” I yelled.

She gasped, seeing the racing man. She picked up the sword, and just as he was about to stab her, she swung the sword at his gut. The man froze, then his torso slid off his legs, spilling his guts out on the floor. We stared at each other with astonishment, but the moment was short lived. 

“Jessica look out!” I screamed.

She turned around and was bitched slapped with the crossbow by the taller man. She fell to the ground. 

“No, you motherfucker!” I screamed. 

A rage fueled inside me seeing her get hit. I tore the arrow out of my shoulder, high on adrenaline that numbed me to the pain. I jumped to my feet and tackled the man to the ground. I released an onslaught of punches to his face. With each punch, blood came spurting out of his mouth. The impact of the punches knocked his head back and forth. Just as I was going to go for another one, he jammed his thumb into the wound in my shoulder. Now I felt pain, howling endlessly. 

He punched me off of him, sending me to the ground dazed from the nasty haymaker. Before I could get up, he kicked me in my ribs, dropping me back down to the ground. He kept kicking me in my ribs, keeping me down. It was too much as I laid there on my back, coughing up blood. I wheezed as my ribs felt broken. He stood over me, glaring into my eyes, and then he raised his boot over my head.

“Say goodnight, motherfucker!” he scorned.

A blade pierced through his mouth. He cackled as the blood shot out of his mouth onto me. When the blade was taken out, he dropped, leaving Jessica standing there with a bruise on her face. She dropped next to me and gave me kisses all over. 

“It’s over, we’ve won,” I wheezed.

She helped me to my feet. 

 “How are we going to call the police?” she asked.

I checked the dead guy’s pockets, and pulled out a phone. On the screen saver was a picture of the dead guy’s now deceased girlfriend butt naked. I smiled and dialed 911. I told them what had happened, the operator seemed confused for a moment, asking me the same questions about what had happened.

“Yes! That’s what I’m saying, there are bodies everywhere! Now just send some fucking cops over here!” I demanded. 

There was a brief silence.

“Okay, sir. Units are on route now, but it may take a while since it is far out,” the dispatcher assured. 

I hung up, and hugged Jessica.

“Who are these people?” Jessica asked.

“I don’t know. Police will probably identify them once they get here. Honestly I don’t care, they’re dead, and we’re not.”

“Yeah, but don’t you want to know why they did this?”

“Just some sickos looking for fun. You know how people are.”

“But to come all the way out here, cutting the lights, taking their time; this took some preparation. They had to know we would be here, and the only ones who knew that were invited.”

I thought for a moment. I pulled up the call logs on the dead guy’s phone.

“I’ll just see who was the last person he called before this started,” I presented.

As I scrolled through the screen, I squinted upon revelation.

“What?” Jessica asked.

“This guy called some number a few hours back, and had calls with the same number throughout the entire day.”

“Call it then,” she suggested.

I gulped, and called the number, not knowing what to say. Maybe I would be sincere and tell them their friend or whoever this man was to them was dead. I could go full bad cop, and demand answers right off the bat, but the person probably would just hang up thinking it was a prank. I could just say nothing.

The phone rang. We heard a phone ring. We looked at each other in shock and went towards the noise. Arriving to the backyard, we heard the ringing phone. 

A glow came from David’s pocket. I went over to his corpse, taking out the phone. 

“He had another phone?” Jessica asked. 

I noticed how basic and simple it looked, having buttons on it. 

“It’s a prepaid phone,” I revealed. 

Jessica went over to David’s corpse as I turned my back, searching through the phone.

“This doesn’t make any sense,” Jessica stated.

Going through the call logs, I found that it stopped a few days ago, and all the calls were to the same number. My heart dropped. 

“Jessica!” I screamed, turning around.

When I turned around, I froze at the gun pointed at me as David had his arm around Jessica’s throat. She was frightened. David grinned at me.

“I have to give you credit, Sam. You are a fucking bad ass!” David cheered.

I looked at the arrow near David’s feet, the one he had been hit with. Something was off about it.

“It’s plastic, Sam,” he revealed. “And you guys never had the time to check up on my body to see there was no blood.”

I looked into Jessica’s eyes, seeing the fear.

“Jessica,” I spoke softly. “Everything is going to-.”

“Oh would you cut that shit out?” David snapped.

He smiled again. 

“So it was you?” I snapped. “But why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” he defended. “I’m a reporter, I have to report the news. But now with this election, nobody cares about real news anymore. They just want to hear opinions they agree with, so they can stroke their dicks and finger their pussies like we’re some fucking talk show. There’s not a day that goes by, my producer makes us turn some angle into a rant. Shit, we can’t even report about a mother giving birth without bringing up who she voted for.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” I wondered.

“Can’t you see? I’m making the news. When the police get here, they’ll find me as the sole survivor. The media will run wild with the story, ‘Election Party Turns into a Bloodbath’. No wait a ‘massacre’.” He laughed, enthralled by the vision. “Whatever spin they put on the story for their agenda doesn’t matter. Imagine the attention I will get when I report on my own survival story. I’ll be a celebrity after that. Interviews, magazines, book tours, hell I’ll even have my own movie I’ll star in. It’s going to be glorious.”

“We already called the police, and they heard our voices,” Jessica told. “If you kill us-.”

“Actually I got that covered,” he interrupted. “I’ll just tell them the killer or killers were still alive and killed you two. I’m going to have to improvise since I wasn’t planning on my crew to get killed.”

“Who were they?” I asked.

“Oh them,” he scorned. “They were just a few members of the production crew at some local news station. It’s amazing what people would fall for these days. I even told them they would be working for me when I get my own talk show. You know I’m going to get one right?”

He laughed some more. 

“Damn, you got me doing a monologue like I’m some evil genius,” he praised. His tone turned serious. “Oh well, at least you know now. Time to die.”

“Wait!” I yelled.

He halted. I couldn’t believe it. I saw the curiosity on his face, and now my mind race for something to say to buy us some time.

“There’s just one problem with your plan,” I lied, improvising. 


I looked up, thinking for something to say. Unable to come up with something effective, I went with the obvious. 

“Deez nuts nigga.”

With the distraction, Jessica swatted the gun out of his hand, causing it to misfire. David threw Jessica to the ground as I sprinted at him. I went to tackle him, but he stepped out the way, and two pieced me in the face. 

I swung back, but he ducked, and followed up with an uppercut. He was moving with speed, strength, and precision as he bounced on his feet, knocking me around. With each punch I threw, he moved and hit back with a more powerful punch.

I started to feel woozy as my punches got sloppy to the point where I was just hitting the air, and he didn’t have to move. Blood dripped out my mouth as my head was ringing. I looked him in the eyes as he continued to bounce, taunting me. He smiled at me for a moment, and then I saw the mad look in his face. He cocked his fist back as far as he could, and when it came back, the punch crashed into my jaw, sending me to the ground. That was it, I didn’t give a fuck. I didn’t even wonder how a square ass reporter knew how to fight. I had a long night, and I just wanted it to be over, so I didn’t bother to get back up.

He stepped closer to me, but suddenly stopped at the sound of the gun cocking. I turned and saw Jessica pointing the gun at him, trembling. He was surprised, but then smiled again. He was either fearless or good at pretending to be so.

“Now what’chu think you gonna do with that gun huh?” he chuckled. “You ain’t gonna do-.”

Jessica fired, hitting him in the head. She went over to his body and emptied the clip into his skull.

“Now stay dead bitch,” she scorned. 

Dropping the gun, she ran over to me. 

“Now it’s over,” she assured. 

She helped me up. I was a bloody mess. Between the hole in my shoulder and bruises on my face, I was glad the hell was over. She looked at the phone on the ground. 

“We should probably check and see about the election,” she suggested.

“Who gives a fuck?” I questioned.

We giggled. 

“Seeing how the police won’t be here for a while, we do have a lot of time to ourselves,” she snickered. 

I caught her drift, and my grin grew. I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her into me. We made out like animals and fell together onto the grass. As we got undressed, I spotted David staring at us with a bullet hole in his head. I flipped his corpse off and tilted his head to the other side. Bringing my attention back to Jessica, we embraced each other, giving the horrific night a sweet end.


“I can’t believe the election ended that way,” Jessica claimed.

She sipped her coffee. 

“I’m just glad I don’t have to hear about it. Maybe now things can go back to how they were,” I suggested. 

I looked out the café window, seeing people go about their normal lives. In the reflection of the mirror, my bruises were starting to heal.

“I don’t think it ever will. We’re about to have a new president, and already things have been shaken up. People act like they don’t have any sense, and the country is still on edge,” she explained. 

“That’s always been going on. Now they just have a new asshole to put their blames on. It’s sad.”

“Look at you,” Jessica teased. “You’re starting to care now.”

“Hey don’t put that on me,” I giggled. “I’m just taking notice, that’s all.”

We laughed together. I felt a sharp feeling pierce through my back, into my spine, and then I felt nothing. Nothing, but the cold surface of the ground on my face as I heard gun shots and screams.

“Oh my god!” Jessica screamed. She moved towards me. “Sam-.”

A flurry of bullets lit her chest up and she fell next to me, where her still eyes stared at me. Her blood poured out, surrounding my face as I couldn’t move.

“Jessica,” I groaned.

People hid under tables. A voice spoke.

“That motherfucker ain’t my president!” the voice, male, yelled. I couldn’t see his face. “I’m saving this fucking country!”

More bullets fired. This time there was no break as people screamed, and bullet shells dropped with the bodies.

Just like that, this was how I was going to go. Lying on the ground in my girlfriend’s blood because some asshole who probably didn’t vote, didn’t like the results of the election. I got shot by some guy I didn’t know, over someone else none of us knew, who was probably busy getting blown in his office by his intern while his wife gives an interview on the news about how he’s a man of values.

And you know what the sad thing about it was? Not that I would be a statistic used in someone’s agenda. I could still feel myself voiding my bowels. All those people who said your life flashes before your eyes when you die are full of shit. You don’t see any light. Time doesn’t slow down for you as holy music plays, and some angel comes down to take you to heaven like it’s a movie. You just die lying in your own shit. How the fuck did this happen?

The End

Let’s Be Honest

I came up with the idea to write Election Day, which at the time was called Election Night, 5 years ago. At the time, the idea was too big for me to grasp, so a year later in 2018 I finally wrote it. Over the years I didn’t have a plan for it, but with the election coming up, I saw this was the best time to release it. 

I find it funny and true that this kind of story could be released at every election, and it would still resonate with what is going on. That’s the thing with society, culture, and politics – wherever you go there you are. In other words, in many ways, nothing ever changes.

Anyhow, once again I want to thank you the reader for taking the time to read this, and if you would so kindly leave a review on Amazon as reviews do go a long way. 

-Will SciFi