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NOTE: TRIGGER WARNING
11:54 AM Guns:
Jim hefted a Remington .22 in his hands, and looked it over, while I grabbed the keys from a half eaten store clerk. I unlocked the counters to get to the real stuff, hand guns. I spotted a Caspian 9mm pistol. I looked up with an evil grin, noticing Jim now holding a 12 gauge, with the same evil grin.
I unlocked my trigger lock, and threw Jim the keys to do likewise.
It was time to gather our necessities. I found an unused shopping cart. (Incidentally, I don’t know why I wrote “unused” I really don’t think zombies are up for shopping, let alone wanting to use a cart, however, if they did, they could carry their meal to wherever they would want to eat them… but the more I think about it, the more I think that would be ridiculous.)
We quickly grabbed a few more rifles, pistols and ammunition. Thinking a little more into it, I suggested that we load what we have, and keep them handy in case of … Bob.
Damn.
I noticed Bob lurking slowly in our direction. Jim quickly unlocked another pistol while I quickly loaded his .22. (It was a nice wood grain Remington with bolt action, a magazine, and a scope.) I raised the rifle, took aim and fired. (Imagine that, I hit him in the forehead, between the eyes) But, Bob didn’t fall; he stumbled, but didn’t fall. Huh, that wasn’t supposed to happen. (It’s never as easy as Hollywood makes it out to be.)
I grabbed the 12 gauge from the counter where Jim had laid it; threw in two shells, just in case, pumped it and (At this point, Bob is standing about three feet from the counter.) fired. This time, Bob’s head exploded in a gooey mess on the shelves behind him. He fell down.
We continued loading the rest of the weaponry, and filled our cart, and proceeded to the camping aisle. Not for any real camping gear, but for flashlights and batteries, not that we needed flashlights, because we still had power, and they haven’t figured out how to turn off the power, stupid Hollywood. We also needed communication, should they figure out how to turn all the cell phones off in the country. Two-way radios would work nicely, and I figure, a couple of headsets, too; just to be cool, like professional zombie hunters.
We also needed tote bags or large duffle bags to haul our new gear. I found a nice battery radio to listen to the news of what’s going around in the other areas of the country, in case they were having the same problems as we were, and to find out if help was on the way.
And, I also found my beef jerky; six bags should do it. What more did I need?
We had: two .22’s, two 5.56’s, three 12 gauges, two 9 mm’s, two .45’s and a .357 (and a partridge in a pear tree) just because I felt like it, and a whole lot of ammo! After that, we have the two-way radios with headsets, about six cartons of batteries of miscellaneous sizes, two large duffle bags, an am/fm radio, and a few targets for practice - and beef jerky. (We needed to get the ladies trained and ready.)
I’m all about kicking ass and taking names - That is, if I had any names to take. |
