Exiled - Murder Drones Reader Self-Insert

Chapter 10: No One Shall Know

Hello. Sorry for not posting for like 8 months... and here's a pretty mediocre chapter... I apologize for the disappointment ahead. You would think I'd have more time to write, as I have no friends in HS, but you'd be wrong lol. Well hopefully I'll write another chapter on July 1, 2025 since it's Canada Day (i'm not canadian btw)

TECH-ish RANT AHEAD; SKIP IF NOT INTERESTED

Anyways, I recently bought and put together two computers, one for my younger brother and one for me.

And then after we spent 2 thousand dollars on both of them (total) we found another gaming pc left out on the curb. if yall wanna check it out, here is a link to the completed builds:

anyways i hope you enjoy this chapter

someone please tell me what you think about my current upload schedule (i dont have one) and whether or not you want me to push out more chapters more frequently

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You and Robert had just finished eating and had cleaned up, and both you and Robert had put on the backpacks. Robert had gone to look for sheets of wood and steel, while you looked around the service counters and stuff for any useful tools. It did not look promising. The shelves were bare, batteries and tools were gone.

Half of the building was lit up, while the other half was dark. Presumably, there were solar panels powering the remainder of the lights.

Looks like this place had already been looted, you thought to yourself.

You held your gun out in front of you as you climbed over the Customer Service and Returns counter in search for anything. You squint your eyes, trying to make out what was in the back corner.

It was something red, and rectangular. You carefully walked up to it, and felt around it. It was like a case of something, and it had a handle. You grabbed the handle, and lifted it off the small hook that was securing it to the wall.

You took it to a more lit up area, and took a closer look at it. It was a first aid kit. It was medium-sized, about a foot long and 9 inches in diameter. (or around 29 centimeters long and 22.5 centimeters in diameter for those who live across the pond)

Awesome, you thought, as you undid the latches and opened it. Inside, there was a simple tourniquet, some large bandages, a roll of gauze, small bandages, scissors, gloves, tweezers, several pills of iTec™ Hie-Powaa© branded Ibuprofen, a dozen packets of anti-burn and antiseptic creams and ointments, and finally, a small flashlight, presumably, to view injuries with. You turned it on and off, relieved that it worked.

"That's useful," you muttered, as you slipped the small flashlight into your pocket. You closed the box, and latched it shut. Robert was still not back yet, was there a lot of stuff?

You set down your backpack, and crammed the first aid kit into the few last remaining inches of space. It fits.

You lifted the backpack up, and put it on. You fished the flashlight out of your pockets, and took a look at it. It would fit really nicely on your gun. You just needed to find some tape. You put everything back in your pockets.

You went to the tools and tape section, and crawled around, looking under the shelves, reaching the top of them, looking for anything, until your fingers brushed against something. You stood on your toes, trying to grab it, until you managed to get a hold of it.

You pulled it down.

It was a pack of two JB Weld tubes. Perfect! You pulled the gun and the flashlight out, and set them down on the floor. You took out your knife, and ripped the package open. You set down the two tubes on the floor, and cut out a strip of tough plastic from the edges of the package.