The Zombie Apocalypse 2

Chapter 3 - The Weapons Store

The store was an Impact Guns store. A huge billboard hung over the shop, saying: Flat 10% off on SMGs.

"Well, I don't think we need the discount," I noted.

"Agreed," said Angela.

The store was huge, and there were about 20-30 zombies standing right in front of it, and all of us turned to our car as we drove towards the store. I ran the car straight towards them. A few moved aside, but about 80% of them were run over by our car like bowling pins. We got out of the car and ran like hell towards the gun shop. We made it inside, grabbed any weapon we could lay our hands on, and started firing at the remaining 6-8 zombies. End of fight.

Finally, we gave a good look to the store. We picked our choices: I chose a Colt M1911, UMP45 and a fascinating machete. Angela chose a Beretta DT 11, a .657 magnum and a combat knife. The mystery man chose an M2 Browning, which was quite heavy, honestly, and a pump action shotgun. How he carried two heavy guns, I don't know. He also took a pair of binoculars. Each one of us took a grenade each.

Finally feeling satisfied with our gun choices, we loaded our much damaged car with ammo for these weapons.

We were about to leave when something caught my eye. I turned.

"Oh... my... God!" I couldn't help myself.

"What is it?" said the mystery man, simultaneously pumping his shotgun.

I pointed at the showcase. It was the Tizona. One of the most deadly swords in the world.

"Holy cows," said the mystery man.

Swords were my passion. I couldn't resist myself. My feet worked automatically. My hand twisted my gun, and automatically the butt of my gun hit the glass which contained the sword.

"But it was supposed to be somewhere in Spain. What's it doing here?" said the mystery man. He was right. But I didn't care how or why it was here. I reached out my hand to grab the sword.

"Watch it Jason!" shouted the mystery man.

Time slowed down. I saw movement from the corner of my eye. Oh no, I thought. The realization hit me. Obviously they won't keep a deadly sword without protection. I had guessed that the security system would have gone down by now, but I was wrong. As soon as my hand went into the showcase, the system was activated. A turret which I hadn't noticed earlier turned its gun towards me. Alarms blared. Red lights turned on in the store. All this happened in a second.

The turret spun. It's over, I thought. I'm going to be shot by a turret during a zombie apocalypse. I have just been caught stealing an ancient sword while zombies are killing people. This is so darn perfect.

But nothing happened. The turret spun, but no bullets came out.

I let out my breath, which I had been holding for about 20 seconds, since I saw the sword.

"Oh...it's out of bullets," sighed Angela.

"Wh-wha-I-sword-nice-passion-didn't-see-turr..." I stammered.

"It's ok. You're alive. Now take the sword and let's leave this place. The zombies will come here after all this noise," said the mystery man.

I had forgotten the alarm. My ears were ringing. I grabbed the sword and ran for the car.

I reached the car.

"Does it have a GPS?" asked Angela.

"I think so," I said.

I stepped into the car. Yes, there was a GPS.

"Let's see if it works," I said.

I pressed the 'On' button. It beeped, and then turned on.

"Awesome," I said.

I switched the radio on and turned to the broadcast channel. The same broadcast was still going on. I fed the coordinates into the GPS. A blue circle spun for a second, and then it marked the way for us.

"Voila," I said.

"Let's get going. We must reach the base quickly. It'll take about 5 hours if you drive fast enough."