Kid With a Glock

Prologue

He woke up with a gasp, recovering from the startle of his nightmare. He was having more of those now.

A young man, maybe mid 20's, slowly uncovered himself from his bedsheet and got up. His attire consisted of a slightly worn pajama pants and shirt, he had a slight stubble, square jawline, and a rather fit body.

"OI! Get the fuck up man! It's our scavenging day today!"

...Fuck. I forgot about that. The man thought as he quickly changed into a black T-shirt, ripped blue jeans, and thick jacket. He rushed out of his room to meet his friend since the beginning, Nathan. Or as he preferred to be called, Nate.

"Finally dude, took you long enough." Nate said. "Sorry, overslept." The man replied. "Nah, it's fine Jason." That's right, the man's name was Jason. "Alright, come on, let's get out there before the boss get's mad." Nate suggested. They both hurried to the armory of the facility, meeting familiar faces along the way, greeting them as they passed.

Once they arrived at the armory, they grabbed weaponry and protection, which consisted of arm guards made of metal wire and sheet metal, standard 9mm pistols, except for Jason, he carried a Colt 1911 chambered in 45ACP, which always seemed to piss Nate off. They always had disagreements about this, well, at least Nate did. Jason didn't really care about calibers and such, a guns a gun was his motto, but Nate did, and stood by 9mm.

After arming themselves, they left the facility, which was an old factory, which processed frozen foods and such before the end of the world. Jason and Nate went to the parking lot, where they signed out, and got a car from the guy at the gate. They had a good system for things like this, that's how they stayed alive. Jason and Nate got into an old Chevy truck, which had sustained some damage, but none to be really serious, only minor cracks in the windshield and dents in the bumper. Nate had gotten in the driver's seat, while Jason got in the passenger's. "Hey, check the glovebox, see if there are any Cd's." Nate asked Jason. Jason complied and opened the glovebox, and behold, there was one. Jason took it out and examined the cover, an old song called Paint it, Black by The Rolling Stones. Jason had listened to this before, he liked it, so he handed it to Nate who took it out and put it in the Cd player in the dashboard. The sound of music took over the silence in the truck, and Nate and Jason drove in silence, looking by the road to spot any places to try and scavenge, eventually coming across a gas station. Jason was the one to point it out, and Nate pulled in by it.

They stopped the music and got out of the truck, pulling their guns from their holsters, and entering the gas station. They cleared the building before meeting by the counter. They then went through the aisles looking for anything of use, having small conversation while they do.

"So, have you been able to score with that Jessie girl?" Nate asked Jason. "Nah. Who knew women would be picky when we're literally in the apocalypse?" "I know right?" They both chuckled. Eventually, they had picked up a few things that could be useful and put them in their bags. They then went through the back exit of the building, and since they were still in the small part of town, there was a forest line right behind the gas station, and in the middle of the edge of the treeline, was a gate, closed by a padlock and chains. The most significant thing about this was that,

It was untouched. The gate? Stainless, taken care of. The chains and lock? No rust, not a speck. There was also marking in the dirt that would suggest the gate was slid open recently, as if it weren't, those marks would be covered back. Jason, the one who noticed this, called to Nate to come check it out. "Holy shit, should we check it out?" Nate asked. "Yeah, but be careful, they could be dangerous."

They hopped the gate, and continued down the dirt trail, being wary of their surroundings. Eventually, they were pretty far down the trail, and could see something in the distance. "Hey, Jason, what's that?" Nate asked as they slowly got closer, their grips tightening around their guns. Eventually they made out the form of a person, upon noticing this, Nate raised his gun, but Jason stopped him. "Wait, we have to see if their dangerous first!" Jason explained, as he put his hands up. "We mean no harm!" He yelled to the figure, motioning Nate to do the same. Nate did. "Yeah! We don't want to hurt you! we're here to help."

... They got no response.

"Okay! We are going to walk over there now!" Jason yelled as he slowly started inching towards the figure, Nate following behind. As they got closer, they could more clearly see the figure and it was,

A mannequin? 

Before they could question it, a loud *BANG* sounded through the forest, as Jason quickly looked to his right, seeing blood leaking from Nate's head. 

"SH-" He had no time to react as he heard another bang, followed by  a sharp sting in his gut. He fell to the ground, followed by Nate's corpse, which landed face first in the dirt. Jason landed on his back, clearly being able to see who shot them.

It was a young man, he looked maybe 19-21, no older. Jason's mind was racing, as he identified every detail about the man. He was wearing a black, torn hoodie that seemed to have had text on the front at some point, but not anymore. He was wearing dark ripped jeans, and worn tennis shoes. He had a pretty smooth face, green eyes, and a scar running the left edge of his lip down his chin. He had shoulder length dark brown hair.

He said something, but Jason couldn't hear over the beating of his own heart. The boy pointed his gun at him, which was a Glock 19 with chippings in the metal of the slide. The last thing Jason felt was a sharp sting in his forehead before darkness. 

And the only thing he could think of was how he was killed by,

A Kid With a Glock.