Armageddon--An OMORI Au

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Same warnings as the first part, and so on for the rest of the story. Thank you!

Kel walked with Aubrey, sighing as he looked around.

"How much longer 'till Othermart?"

"We're not going to Othermart, Kel."

Kel's head perked up and he tilted it at Aubrey.

"Really? Was it ransacked that much? We usually go there for rations all the time."

"And we still will. Just not right now. We're going to Hobbeez."

Kel squinted.

"Hobbeez?? What are we getting, bad soda?"

"No. We're looking for weapons."

Kel's eyebrows raised and his eyelids lowered in an: "Are you serious" look.

"Really. Weapons. You serious?"

"Completely."

"Hero sent us for food! Not fucking weapons!"

"Shut up."

"Fine. W-wait! No! Why are we going to Hobbeez, then? Wouldn't Fix-It have more nails and stuff?"

"Oh. I...guess you're right. Damn, you have at least one brain cell in there."

Kel smiled.

"Thank you! W-wait-!"

Aubrey laughed as Kel rolled his eyes and scoffed. The two got to Fix-It, and Aubrey looked around at the ruined building and supplies. Kel spoke up.

"Aight! I'm going over to Othermart for some actual rations!"

Aubrey looked at him and smiled.

"Don't die."

"I'll try not to, perra!"

Aubrey blinked and she narrowed her eyes a bit.

"What does perra mean, Kel?"

Kel just smiled and left, making sure his gun was loaded.

Kel sighed.

"Othermart, what did they do to you?"

He scanned the shelves for food and took slow steps. He was an idiot, sure, but not about this. He found a half-empty bottle of air spray and sprayed himself, coughing at it. He then looked at the bottle and read it.

"Rainforest breeze. God damn, rainforests are strong."

He threw the bottle and continued walking. He scanned the isles for people and/or zombies, and smiled when he didn't see any. He then ran into an isle and began grabbing cans of soups, sauces, and other things, throwing them into his duffle bag with clangs. Suddenly, he stopped and listened. A low growl, coming from the counter. He squinted and then set his bag down, walking over to the desk as he cocked his gun. He then spoke up.