Mob Of The Dead:The Weasel's Childhood

"Maybe one day I will travel to space mommy!" the Weasel's mother looked at him and smiled. Her teeth pearly white, her lipstick was cherry red with a coat of lipgloss, and her eyes blue eyes sparkled like the crystal blue ocean at sunset. She bent down and told little Weasel, "Sweetie, if you believe hard enough I'm sure your wish will come true. Now run along and play with your toys before we head out to the grocery store." The Weasel let a big smile go to his face and he took off making space ship sounds as if he were in a real space ship, he took his mother's word and began reading books and learning about space ships and outer space. The Weasel's mother came  him and lifted him up high giving him kisses and The Weasel giggled. "Albert, are you ready to come with mommy to the grocery store?" "Yes mommy." little Albert replied. "Lets head to our space ship right now but watch out for the yucky aliens!" Albert's mother let a small giggle out, she knew for sure that if Albert was happy then she had to be happy as well. As the years went by he started commiting crimes and was sent to Alcatraz Island. He wondered why he had been sent there and he thought back to all thr crimes he commited. He sighed with a guilty look on his face knowing that if he had only made the right decisions he could have become a space man and not a prisoner serving time for the rest of his life. "You got a visitor Al." Albert had never expected a visitor before because no one bothered to visit him at all. When he arrived at the window tears ran down his face. His mother questioned him "Why Albert? Why did you do it? You had such a wonderful plan when you we're only a little boy and you let it go to waste." "Ma im trying to ch--" "Sweetie, it's too late to change what you've done. Once you have commited a crime you can never go back and erase it." Albert's mother left with no more words to be spoken and for Albert he only watched her walk away. "Mom, I promise you I'm going to make you proud." the following night he arranged a plan that would for sure get him and the other three out of Alcatraz and soon to be free from the evil prison forever. Albert layed down in a position as if he was experiencing abdominal pain and he made his screaming sound like he was really in pain. "You gotta get the doctor! Please! The pain is real!" the warden approached Albert's cell, as he opened the cell Albert threw a hard punch  and stabbed the warden leaving him breathless. He grabbed the keys and scrambled to unlock the other three cells. "Nice job Weasel!" **thoughts** "Weasel? I've never been given a nick-name before! I guess my sneaky skills have improved." As the four tried to make a quick run the warden  wobbled around a bloody drool ran from his mouth. He moaned and groaned making his way towards the boys, almost immediately Sal, Billy, and Finn gave Albert the ugliest glare of dissapointment and decided there was no time to waste so they began shooting. After the warden was killed zombies surrounded them and they began killing. When just ebough zombies we're killed, they discovered a map of the prison and also blueprints to create the airplane. They spread out looking for the pieces carefully. Albert sat for a minute and thought " These look exactly like the drawings in my notebook.. I hope the boys don't find out about the drawings in my journal, they'll think it's made up." Albert chewed his nails panicking about his punishment from the other three. Maybe he would be killed or beat to a pulp who knows. "Alright boys! The plane is built now! Lets get this bad boy running!" Billy, Finn, and Sal all yelled with excitement hoping the plane would work and speaking of there plans for when they escaped the island of misery. Everyone hopped onto the screaming in excitement, the plane took off and Albert knew he was going to make his mom happy but there was only one flaw, the plane began to fall just as they thought they were heading home soon and for a second he was happy but he knew the boys would never forgive him for his mistake. They struck a hard landing struggling to get up, there hearts beating faster than a drum and a slight dizziness in their heads. When all four boys rose up, it was time for payback and they knew exactly how they we're going to do it armed with weapons on the island. They cornered the Weasel and aimed the trigger at him and the Weasel prayed to God that he would not be sent to hell for his wrong doings. Within seconds the Weasel was shot and killed and the following morning the others we're sentenced to death early. The Weasel failed his mother but he experienced flying on a hand-made airplane and imagined himself on a space ship flying to space. 50years later Stanely Ferguson lived to tell of surviving a stab to the chest and he still remained shocked himself of how he survived the wound and in Heaven or Hell The Weasel could live his dream in peace.