Seven Katanas plus one Hammer, please!

Arriving at the market a commotion had already broken out.

A truck was stopped in front of it while the thieves were holding guns and forcing the clients to fill the truck with all kind of supplies.

(Wow! Great idea! I wonder if I can join them...)

Just as the idea appeared in my head I heard the sound of the police sirens arriving.

(Better not. I don't want to fight against guns so soon...)

I kept waiting at a distance from the market, seeing the situation evolve and my jaw dropped when I saw what happened.

The police men who arrived, instead of doing their work, greeted the thieves and started helping them fill the truck. One of them wanted to stop them but he was killed by his own partner by a shot in the head from behind.

(What the fuck!? Crazy!!! Hmm, the situation doesn't seem favorable, let's get out of here...)

Just as I started leaving the sound of shots started playing in loop at full speed.

It's not like I can't understand their crazy logic, those innocent people were just zombies in their eyes, so killing them now will save the trouble of doing so later.

Yeah, I could understand, but that didn't mean I agreed to it. Those people still have hope of being saved, and as long as they are well managed, it would be no problem, only benefits... or at least that's the theory ;p.

Anyway, this place was no good, so I tried going to the store at the gas station, 2 squares from where I was. Arriving on it, luckily it was still safe, so I filled my bag with water and food and payed with my credit card.

(This food should last a week or two if used sparsely...)

(Next, we need weapons...)

(But there is no gun store in the city, so either black market or improvise...)

(hmm......)

I looked around and saw an antique store with all kinds of odd stuff.

(Improvise!)

"Good day, sir. Are you looking for something?"

The store owner greeted me as soon as I entered the store.

"Weapons!"

The owner smiled and invited me to a corner.

"Over here sir. We got all kinds of replicas and even a few authentic swords from medieval times!"

Following the owner I reached a corner full of many weapons displayed in an organized fashion.

"Great! Which are the most durable ones?"

The owner thought it was an odd question but still answered politely.

"Well, considering durability, if you are looking for a blade, this katana replica made of steel should fill your needs. If you prefer blunt weapons, I would recommend this war hammer. As for the spears, they are made of wood so their durability is that of wood..."

"Nice! How many of those katana replicas do you have?"

"We have seven in stock. If you need more, we can order you as many as you need and they should arrive in three days. But ordering requires payment up front."

"No need, seven are more than enough! Also add the hammer as well."

"As you wish, sir! The final price will be R$:910,00 plus taxes."

I passed him my credit card and finish the deal, but now with all this extra weight in hand, it became hard to walk back home. Just as I was thinking on what to do, a car stopped in front of the store and two teenagers walked out of it with toy guns in hand.

(Fuck my luck! Here come more robbers!)

"Sir, since I already payed, can I test them out?"

"Of course! We have a test ground with scarecrows just behind that door."

"Oh...I think that won't be needed..."

I said as I hid behind a shelf close to the door, and prepared myself.

"Everybody freeze! This is a robbery!"

The two youngsters entered the store pointing out their toy guns at us, at the same time I slashed the wrist of one of them following in a swift motion another slash on the others neck.

"Aaaahhh!!!!!!!! My hand!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Shut up!"

As the first boy fell to his knees holding his bleeding arm I once again adjusted my distance and did a diagonal slash, cutting his head off.

The owner went pale and fell on the ground behind the counter, unable to even scream.

"Wow! Works really well! Thanks owner! And be careful, the apocalypse has arrived!"

Taking out the key from the dead teenager, I put all my bags at their car and drove back home.

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Because my family was from the countryside I was currently living in a boarding house while sharing the room with two other guys.

Marcos, the oldest of us, was the typical gym guy who had arms thicker than my legs. While he looked like a jock, he was a really open minded person who would treat us, nerds, as equals instead of looking down on us and whenever we had a problem he was the first to defend us and be in the forefront of the fight.

Billy, the youngest of us, had been traumatized by the school bullies and was now living the life of a hikimori, drowning in games while refusing to leave the house. He was really smart and could make some real money online buying and selling stock market shares. Unfortunately for him such skill was useless in the Apocalypse, making his life even harder than ours.

Arriving home, I opened the door and discovered my two room mates were already home.

"Yo Marcos. How was your day?"

"Actually it was pretty fun. Midway through classes a crazy kid appeared with a machine gun and started a killing spree shooting everything he saw alive. Luckily I jumped out of the window and was able to escape alive."

"Sick! I left school early and found the market being robbed by a bunch of guys. The police arrived soon after and instead of stopping them, it joined the fun."

Billy, from his computer, joined the talk.

"That's just the tip of the iceberg. The news sites are going crazy over how many incidents are happening right now. There are so many that they have not enough people to cover the news."

I shook my shoulders and said helplessly.

"Well, what did you expect? Welcome to the apocalypse!"

Marcos nodded and complemented.

"Yeah, it seems like this time we got an early start..."

While Billy had no idea what was going on...

"What are you two talking about?"

"Long story short: 1)Apocalypse is tomorrow. 2)Those crazy people are all reincarnates. 3)...is there anything else??"

"No, I don't think so..."

"Wait, what? Are you two playing a joke?"

"I wish. Anyway, here is a Katana for you and I got one for you too Billy."

"Wow, nice find! Where did you get this?"

"Pascal Antique Score, 4th av."

"Nice! Do they have more?"

"No, I took them all. Why would you need more?"

"One for each hand, of course!"

Billy finally left his pc and arrived in front of us, taking his katana.

"Can you two stop ignoring me and explain what is going on!?"

"Marcos, you do it. I have being running all day and I need a little nap."

"No problem, good night."

Marcos starts explaining about the apocalypse to Billy, meanwhile I take a bath and lay on my bed.

"Home, sweet home!"

(Or should I say "bed, sweet bed"?)

(Finally time to rest...)

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"Gyaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"