Chapter 05: Guns and People

Day:02

The orange grace of the sun envelopes the chaotic city. Aiden starts to wake up-yawn hm mhm. Sitting on the couch-so ..it wasn't a dream, huh?I should freshen up. Going to the washroom, I start off my day eventually I started making breakfast wearing the clothes I looted this far-some regular jeans and blue green themed shirt also a hoodie I got from this house.

It was getting colder even though it was April. It was a bot of worrying but when you look at how the grand scale this sort temperature was gonna cause effect-nah maybe I'm just paranoid. The zombies and all things that have happened must be causing me stress.

Anyway today's breakfast was-drum roll please-Ramen! but with Fried eggs! made with eggs left by the owner of this house also vegetables for the ramen. It was a small change but much appreciated, after finishing I planned going for the gun store it was even closer but because of my caution it slowed me down.

I packed up what I could and first checked the outside through the window. Then stepped outside I slowly walked and remained vigilant and as soon as left the front lawn. I saw a pair of zombie dogs fighting each other.

Both of the dogs fought with both instinct and feral ferocity. Their ferocity removing their fear of wounds and so they clawed and bit each other whenever they to the point it was much more like wrestling but with a the mood of an all you can eat buffet.

Both of them were rottweilers, having the signature dead eyes and foam around their mouth. One was grayish, the other pure black, The gray was bigger and seemed like victor as it was on top of it and was trying to eat the other ones upper mouth yet the black was still trying to fight back.

"holy God",whispering to myself.

Deciding to leave while they were still distracted I crouched down and moved. My speed increasing as I heard their growls and howls.

After Some time, I had finally reached the gun store. Around it were four streets all going in different directions. Coming from the North street , I spotted a massive number of zombies going towards-no more like chasing! God forbid, are the zombies getting better?!-a group of people shooting right back at them.

The zombies were not something to scoff at either because they managed to get close to them by lunging or sprinting but most of the time the people survived that is most of the time.

"AHHH! it got me!SAVE ME ROB!SAV-ARRGH!",said the one with green dyed hair in his final gore-ish moments as the zombie that sneaked him from his side while he was distracted, first bit into his forearm then chewed his lips off after that his throat.

"ALEC!",screeched the black skinned blonde haired woman.

"GOD DAMN YOU MONSTER!",yelled the lanky ginger dude as he tried to shoot the zombie but kept on missing with his pistol.

Aiden stared horrified at the sight-that could've been me at any time with the first zombie or all the rest. Eventually the dude's shots connected and blew holes in the zombie's skull after that-"LETS JUST GO ALREADY! FORGET THE WEAPONS LETS LEAVE NOW OR WE'LL GET EATEN ALIVE!GEORGE I'M TALKING TO YOU STUPI-""ALRIGHT!", a man with long brown hair came out with a duffel bag.

Saying so the three of them ran towards the ford truck that was parked on the eastern road's entrance and quickly got in it but not before being chased by the group of zombies. They really are getting better at first they also did used to run before too but now they are more coordinated with their bodies and not tripping over themselves or just not crashing into objects.

Some of the zombies had latched on to the back of the truck and some latched onto the doors. Even though what followed after that were gunshots and zombies falling. I was certain they definitely left their marks on the people and it wouldn't be too hard to imagine what would happen after that in the now correctly driving truck.

How the ones that were marked would have to be abandoned or what else would the people do, let them selves be eaten? it's just how the world is. If it wasn't apparent before now it certainly is. How just a mere mark would destroy you and I had the opportunity to be marked so many times.

I need to be more cautious, I can only trust myself. Other even if they want to or not can't save me in this world. Steeling my face and slowly walking through the area of the corpses of both humans and zombies, I approached the gun store to hopefully find something.

Along the way, I carefully avoided even stepping through the blood and eventually coming across the dude that had his face eaten. Seeing his deformed face horrified me but wrestling with my emotions, I had re-affirmed my resolve once more.

I stepped inside the store, the place was seemingly ransacked of its goods. I still wanted to check just to be sure and my suspicions were true there were some guns left. A glock 9 and a shotgun, holding the glock my hands. Woah! I never expected to be this heavy.

I took a look at the shotgun and was amazed-this is supposed to be pack punch so I have to be careful. It had a black and gray theme to it with a shoulder guard too. Looking around for the ammo-I found about three 9mm packs that contained about a hundred rounds each and two 12 gauge shell packs, which contained about ten each.

The people earlier couldn't possibly empty out the whole shop in their brief time so, there must've been other people before them. Thank God these were left and with ammo too. Also I found some more magazines for the glock so that's good!

I loaded the pistol up, making sure to follow the safety precautions I already knew. I definitely didn't knew them because I geeked as soon as I acquired the internet.

Anyway I stored the shot gun and the ammo in the camping bag I was carrying around all this time, I took it along with me because I didn't plan on going back to the house that I was staying at. I wanted to follow the interstate 90 road out of the city.

Despite wherever I go leaving that house was a wise decision the zombies were far too close to the house and only God knows that they have a keen sense of smell because I will be doomed if that happened.

I started walking towards the western road and remaining vigilant. I don't want to end up like that dude over there and I have to be careful to not waste my ammo ..wait didn't I have powers.

"Oh my God!", silently whispering to my self.

I seriously forgot about my powers, I was getting worried about my depleting ramen and my new fear of decreasing ammo when I already had duplicating POWERS!

Quickly thinking, I crouched down and took out a magazine that I had already loaded and absorbed it and ooh!. Clutching my head with both hands, a huge load of info entered my mind and slowly it stopped.

So I also forgot about the pain, great! but why do I feel full? don't tell me I can't absorb any more. I felt like panicking but observing my surroundings. I made a wise decision to get somewhere safe first.

I had crossed about half a mile in about close to half an hour because of my constant paranoia of zombies. Every scream or groan I heard, I took cover for. I also had killed about ten-fifteen zombies but I had tried to avoid most zombies and the ones that I killed were alone or I had sneaked up on them.

I decided to take a brake by trying to loot a nice looking two story house. I entered the building by climbing up to one of its second story windows and I climbed fairly well due to there were some leverage being possible by putting my feet atop of or between various objects.

Finally getting inside I took out a pretty large kitchen knife. During my encounters with zombies, I had found out I don't need to break their skulls open, just a stab in the middle of the cranium would do. If you have steady hands that is.

Checking the whole area silently there were 0 zombies here. I had already set my bag down, I didn't want to be burdened by weight when I'm fighting zombies. I slowly but care fully went downstairs and I looked around the living room finding nothing there.

I went towards the other rooms but when I passed by the kitchen, I heard noises of gnawing and scratching. I went towards the kitchen, inside there was a little girl to describe in a single word looks feral meaning she was a zombie and she was licking the blood on the floor, there were also the remains of a person.

I don't have to guess what happened here. I have to take care of her..it. I sneaked up close,sh-it flinched and looked behind quickly but a second too late as a knife was plunged between her forehead.

As it's life left the body so did a piece of my humanity.