Kid With a Glock

Chapter 4

I was wrong. She was much stupider than I thought.

When I woke up the next morning, everything was gone. My bag, guns, bow, knife, food, all my supplies, gone.

I mutter out a few curses, before yelling in frustration and grabbing the nightstand, pushing it over onto the floor. I give it a hate-filled kick for good measure, knocking out a drawer, and sending a small shiny object clattering on the ground. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion, and as I walk closer, I realize what it is, the key to the gun safe. I grab it and run to the basement and to the gun safe. I use shaking hands to shove the key into the hole, and twist it to the left, and pull open the door. 

I'm a little disappointed, but there's still a lot more than I originally had. A Stevens 334 bolt action rifle, along with a full box of ammo. There was also half a brick of ammo that I assume was for the revolver, which Belle of course took... I also found a wooden recurve bow, with a quiver with 5 arrows. There was also a fancy switchblade with a wooden grip, and last of all, a suspicious metal lockbox that was, surprise surprise, locked. With no key in sight. Grabbing the old torn schoolbag I found upstairs and loaded my new found supplies in there. I then went to the garage and got the hatchet, and shoved it half way into the bag, before going outside to the truck.

Turns out, she took that too, of course. Luckily for me though, it seems to have snowed last night, and hasn't snowed much since then, meaning the tracks from the truck are still there.

Belle

I rapped my knuckles against the wooden door.

thunk thunk, thunk-thunk, thunk

I heard some metal scraping, and the door was pulled open, and I was instantly engulfed by a hug. 

"Belle! Oh my god, I missed you..." The mop of black hair pressed into my chest said. I smiled, and patted her back. "I missed you too, Alex..." I said. She then pulled away from me, and I saw her sharp face, splotched with rosy color in her cheeks, along with random blots of freckles, and her blue eyes, all framed by her long and thick black hair. I didn't have much more time to admire before she assaulted me with a shove. "Hey-!"  "You fucking idiot! Do you know how much we've been worrying about you?! How much I've been worrying about you?! Three days. Three fucking days! I thought you died, Luke has been worried sick, Tom has been on the verge of a panic attack, and don't get me started on Ellie-!" "Alex!" I interrupted. "I'm fine."
"Yeah, and it's a fucking miracle. You were supposed to be gone for a day at most. Please tell me you found anything good?" Alex said, having luckily calmed down. I smiled and hefted the backpack off my shoulders, along with the rifle and bow. "There's plenty more in the bag." I told her, and she bent down to look inside. 
"Holy shit, this is a really good haul..." "Yup. most of it I got from some guy. He's like us." 
"Ex Stalker?" She asked. "No, ex Ranger." I informed her. "And he just traded with you?"
"Well, we didn't exactly trade..." I rubbed my arm as I told her how I stole the supplies from him. 

"You stole from him?! What the hell?!" She yelled. "He was a Ranger-" "Ex-Ranger, you said so yourself!"
"Look, I did it to get supplies for us, sorry I care more about you guys than some random guy I knew for like a few hours." I defended myself. 
She let out a long sigh of defeat. "Whatever, let's go see the others, yeah?" I nodded and followed her down the hall.

We were set up in an old high school, 2 stories, mostly wooden interior, rocks lining the outside walls. There was also an outside gym, but we don't use it too much, too much open space and not enough supplies in there anyway. It was mostly used for storing corpses of the undead. The school had an open cafeteria built off the side of it, which we camped up in.