Kid With a Glock

Chapter 1

It was nearing the end of October, meaning winter was close. 

I walked through the forest in which I had made my home, the chilly air biting at my wrists in the gap between my hoodie sleeves and woolen gloves. I was tracking down a deer, I had injured it with my first arrow, but it was still alive. The blood next to the hoof prints was growing larger puddles, until I finally saw the deer, laying on the ground.

...It was still breathing.

I always had trouble with this. I hoped it would be dead by the time I found it but, they never are. I always end up having to put it out of it's misery.

October 12, 2013, 1 week after the virus:

I gasped at my father putting the cold steel in my hands. He took the barrel and pressed it to his forehead.

"Just do it, I won't make it." He gasped out.

We were in a creek-bed in the woods. There was freezing water flowing past us but that was the least of my worries. My father had been bitten by a maniac near his neck and was losing blood. fast. We couldn't take him to a hospital, they were all shut down.

"Come on, just do it. Come on already. God, damn it, just shoot me Co-!" BANG

Present day:

I stuck my knife in the deer's neck, killing it instantly.

Behind me, I heard footsteps and talking behind me, I quickly stood up and moved behind a tree and listened to the people walking on the path. 

I was following the deer a bit into the woods and away from the path leading to my hut. I had a mannequin down the path with a piece of wood in it's hand carved to look like a rifle, and it seems like my plan was working.

I quietly followed the two people from the side, and once they commented on the decoy, I took out my Glock and got ready to attack. Once they noticed the 'peson' was fake, I took my chance and shot the person through the back of the head on the right, and before the other could turn around, I shot him through the chest, sending him down on his back. 

I saw his eyes darting around my body before landing at my eyes.

"Sorry." I told him before shooting him in between the eyes.

I suppose it was time.

I left the bodies and went to my camp and gathered my belongings in a duffel bag, which wasn't much, just a couple of extra magazines for my Glock, extra arrows, and food.

After finishing packing, I went around to the back of my camp and to an old rusted car that I had already taken apart for metal and scrap. I opened the trunk and took out the two jerry cans full of fuel that I had been saving for this.

After gathering my things, I went down the path leading to the gas station outside my camp. They must have taken a vehicle, since their base was way too far out for them to have walked.

After walking to the front of the gas station I found their truck and loaded my luggage into the bed of the truck. Now I just had to go back for the deer.

While walking back for the deer, I let my mind wander, mainly going back to the event that put me here in the first place.

June 15, 2023, 10 years after the virus:

"Why can't we just kill him like everyone else?"

"Because he said we can't. Don't ask me why though, I guess he's special, considering he wants us to leave a gun with him."

I listened to the two men on either side of me. I couldn't see who they were due to the bag over my head.

"Why don't we just kill him anyway?" The man to my left asked the other.

"Okay. We'll let you explain what happened to him when the boss eventually finds out." Another voice said, this time infront of me.

"Good point. He always finds out about this stuff. It's like he fucking knows everything. Still don't know how it was me who stole that pack of smokes." The man to my left added.

The vehicle we were in slowed to a stop, and I was lifted to my feet by the two people on either side of me. I heard a door open and the bag was lifted off my head and before my eyes could adjust to the sudden light, I was pushed to the ground, and I heard a clanging sound of what seemed to be 2 objects dropping next to me. I then heard the vehicle start, which I now know was a grey van, and I only caught a glimpse of a person wearing dog-tags and then it drove off. I attempted to get up, but my hands were tied behind me.

As the sound of the van driving  away faded, I looked to my right and saw a knife and a Glock 19.

Present day:

I arrived to the deer, but I was too late, as I found a walker eating the corpse.

I slowly unsheathed my knife and slowly snuck up behind it. Once I was close enough, I grabbed it's hair and pulled it back, before stabbing it through it's head.

I let go of the body and started back to the truck. Walking back to the truck, I saw the bodies of the two I killed, and upon inspecting the one I had to shoot twice, I saw a pair of dog tags hanging around his neck.  I walked up to his corpse and detached the dog-tags from his neck, and shoved them into my pocket, and then continued to the truck.