Kid With a Glock

Chapter 3

When I woke up, dawn hadn't broke. I laid back, thinking about nothing in particular, until I was able to find the energy to uncover myself from the sheets, and get up. I slipped on my shoes and hoodie, and picked up my Glock, along with the spare magazines, and slid it into the waist band of my jeans.  I left the bedroom and went downstairs, and started my search for food. I ended up finding a can of cream corn and a can of pear slices, which were both by the same brand, and I found a bag of dog kibble, which might be useful if it came down to it, and I finally found an unlabeled can that upon shaking it, seemed to have something mushy and wet inside it. 

Upon searching the other rooms of the house more thoroughly, I discovered a snub nose Smith & Wesson revolver under the mattress in the master bedroom, which didn't have any ammo. I also found a backpack inside a closet in the other bedroom, in which I stuffed my supplies in. searched every room of the house even more thoroughly in search of the key to the gun safe, and wasn't able to find it. Upon concluding my search for it under the couch in the living room, I sat back on my knees and sighed. I begrudgingly got up and thought of what else I needed to do. I was reminded when I heard banging at the glass doors of the living room, which lead to the deck, and I looked to see a walker banging at the doors.  I had to fortify this place, and I grabbed my knife and walked to the door, and stood to the side as I opened it and saw the walker fall to the ground, and then I held it down and stabbed it in the head. After dragging it out of the house, I looked around for any outbuildings around the house, that might hold supplies. Upon not seeing any, I decided to check the garage, where I found a couple of sheets of plywood, which I could put on some of the windows. I searched and found a stainless steel hammer, along with a box of nails, and even better, a hatchet plunged on the side of a workbench. I could probably use some floorboards to board the doors and other windows, but i'd need a crowbar. I'll have to go into town to find one. It's pretty late in the morning so there shouldn't be much Rangers in town. I grabbed my backpack, and slung my bow over my shoulder, and went outside and got into the truck. 

As I drove into town, I looked around at the old store fronts and houses, all abandoned or burnt down. There was a thin frost over the grass and rooftops, foreshadowing the coming winter. I see an alleyway, and pull the truck into it and park it, then get out. I sling my bag and bow over my shoulders and pulled my gloves on. I walked through the streets, walking between old cars and debris, until I came across a hardware store. The front window was broken, and I climbed through, shattering a stray bit of glass sticking from what remained of the window with my foot. I walked through the broken buts of glass further into the store, the pieces crunching beneath my tennis shoes. All the shelves were completely ransacked, save for the wrappers and bits of plastic from containers of metal parts and other products. I doubted I was going to find a crowbar here considering the empty state of the store, but I climbed over the counter and went to open and as I grabbed the handle, the door flew open towards me and knocked me into the counter. A man wearing jeans and a long black raincoat came out, wielding a crowbar. He swung it towards me, and I tried to dodge, but it clipped my shoulder with a sickening sound of bluntness against flesh and knocked me to the ground. He held it over his head and swung it down towards mine, but I was able to roll out of the way to the right. Before I was able to get up, I felt him kick me in the side, and then I felt him get on top of me and hold the crowbar down on my neck, choking me. I clawed at his hands, trying to get him off. "You shouldn't have come here, Ranger." He said with malice, and I remembered my knife, and I reached down and took it from its sheath and plunged it into his stomach. He screamed and recoiled, letting me free. I quickly scrambled to my feet, and gasped for air, and then he ran towards me again, so I ducked and wrapped my right arm around his stomach as he reached me, and I was able to stop his momentum, and knock him on the ground, and I kneeled down and stabbed him twice in the chest, and went for the neck, but he grabbed my hand, so I used both to give me more leverage, and I overpowered him, pushing my knife slowly into his jugular, and I watched him bleed out and choke on his own blood, and the knife in his throat. Once he went limp, I pulled my knife out and stood up. I wiped the blood off on my sleeve and sheathed the blade. I rubbed my shoulder that had been hit by the crowbar, and speaking of, I looked to it on the ground, it having slid away when I knocked the man to the ground. I picked it up, and slid it into my backpack, the top sticking out.