Ashes to Ashes (Book 1 of 2) A ZOMBIE FICTION

Gearing Up

                                                                                          212kitten

Drew and I walked around the store to find a release to the storm doors. The ones that I had missed as I looked at the store from out front. Drew looked around on the bottom floor as I took the upstairs, actually I just wanted to look at the guns and chose one before anyone else got a chance. 

"How's it going in there?" I heard from the radio that was strapped to my bag.

"Oh, uh good. We're looking for a way to raise the storm door."

"You mean choosing a gun right?" Drake joked as I heard the bucket truck turn off outside.

How did he know? "Nope, actually looking." I said, rather convincingly.

"Alright, well it looks like the coast is clear out here, so once you do we can come in."

I hopped over the gun counter, then looked at the long line of weapons along the wall. My eyes locked on a Remington 12 gauge shotgun with a RealTree camouflage  along the entire weapon. I took it off of the wall and turned to see Drew laughing.

"What? We got here first!"

"No I know, it's just funny that you so quickly came here."

"Yeah shut it." i told him as I took the tag and the trigger safety out.

I dropped my bag on the counter and walked over to the shotgun shell isle. I didn't take all of it, just enough. Six of the twelve boxes. Loading shells from the seventh into one of my magazine pockets on my vest. Twelve shells to a box with a six shell shotgun, yeah, that'll work. Before I continued on again I spotted a small .22 caliber boot pistol in the gun counter. Once again I hopped over and grabbed it and a big box of five hundred and fifty five .22 rounds.

I stuffed the .22 into my right boot and started my search again, finding the release next to the wall of guns. I ran to the railing to watch them come in, then shouted in a deep southern accent; "Welcome to Bubba's house of shit! Get ya' shit and get out!"

"Thank you cousin!" Drake replied, mocking my tone and making a joke that I'll let you guess at.

I continued to search around on the top floor, finding a real compass which I clipped to my belt with a lot of my other useful items (AKA weapons), and a set of binoculars which I hung from my bag. Everyone played around downstairs for a while as Drake came up to talk to me, noticing the new guns and the small black bag.

"What's that?" He asked, referring to the black case clipped to my belt. (Not gonna lie, I'm starting to feel like Batman, or that kids from the Goonies...)

"My lock picking kit that Drew snagged before we abandoned the vehicles. He didn't even know what it was. Just saw my name and took it.

"I assume that's how you got in..."

"Bingo."

"What about security?"

"He hacked in and disabled it."

"He can do that?"

"Yeah."

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See that? No action. I got through a couple hundred words with no action. Are you proud yet?

"No."

Fuck you...