Grigor Fredrick Bersk, a young man from Earth marooned in deep space, has woken up on the exoplanet known as Copper 9 and is now in serious danger from more than just the Murder Drones.
Armed with only a flashlight, his intelligence, and amazing lu...
I found a sporting goods store today, but the only gun that I could free from its spot on the shelf AND free from its trigger lock was a Mossberg Maverick 88 Security. A typical, but very reliable, 12 gauge pump-action shotgun. This one has a has a seven round tube magazine, 20 inch smooth bore barrel, and is chambered to fire 3 inch shotgun shells.
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I could only manage to free a few boxes of 12-gauge 00 buckshot ammunition from the ammo cages.
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I stuffed them into my bag and set out to find the pharmacy with the gun in my hands.
It didn't take me long to find the drugstore after I found the shotgun. The place had BOTH of my prescription medications, but only two bottles of each one. They also had some painkillers and cold medicine which I threw into my bag just in case. These pills are pretty much useless to a robot. But in this environment, for us humans, these drugs are worth their weight in 24 karat gold.
I even got myself a better melee weapon while searching the area around both stores. Though...... the means in which I acquired it... are...... unsettling.
I found a hatchet lodged in the back of the head of a dead worker drone.
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It was strange because all the other bodies that I've seen have gotten torn to pieces. Something else had murdered the poor robot. After I was sure that the drone was completely dead and would never come back to life, I pulled the hatchet out of their head. About two-thirds of the entire blade was covered in oil.
But then it got spooky.
Really spooky.
Throughout the day today, I have been having hallucinations. I've been hearing what sounded like random voices whispering my name, screams of terror in the distance, and seeing shadows in my peripheral vision that disappear as soon as I notice them. Out of them all, however, the thing that really has me fearing myself is what I saw after pulling the hatchet out of that corpse.
I could have sworn that I saw something in the distance, three blocks away. I thought I saw a female worker drone with red eyes, long purple hair, wearing a maroon cheerleader outfit and black boots staring at me.
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But when I blinked, they disappeared.
I think either I'm losing my sanity, or someone is stalking me.
I looked into the sky and saw the sun was getting close to setting, so I headed back to the commissary. But on my way back, I came across the remnants of a military supply truck convoy. I looked inside all the trucks and found something that I desperately needed. Several boxes of gas mask filters, all ready and waiting to be used by a lonely survivor. I made sure not to leave a single one of these life supporting pieces of equipment behind.
Just collecting these items had cost me the entire day, which is not very efficient. I am exhausted after having gone for nearly 24 hours with no kind of sleep or rest. I'm also looking forward to getting back to popping these pills again, but I have to wait until the morning, or I won't be able to sleep.
Not much to say except for that because of the condition of the front doors, I have to use the door at the back of the store, the loading bay, to get in and out.
That's it for day two. Hopefully day three will be better.
