The Unknown

Chapter 1

I carefully stepped through the thick underbrush, searching for anything, preferably ammunition for my weapon, the Ak12. It's a modern rifle manufactured in Russia and fires 5.45 caliber ammunition, which is not very common, but when a gun store is looted, it's the only ammunition left, which is good. My buddy in Russia shipped it to me illegally before the government collapse due to wasting money on a pointless war. The Ak12 is equipped with a vertical grip, Russian PBS-1 suppressor, and a micro t1 replica red dot. I'm not sure of the time, phone is dead, and so is the landscape surrounding me like a blanket of nothing but darkness. I spotted a light through the tree line, so I gently approached only to be greeted to a main road, and across it there is a gas station. I crept up against the road, and the second I went to sprint across a 4x4 zipped past. It parked at the gas station, and two dark figures strolled on towards the place that I came to loot. I clenched my fist and started following the two into the station. As they attempted to open the door, I opened fire on them. I watched one round puncture the smaller ones back, another hit his friend's leg. They dropped in pain as I stepped over their bodies and effortlessly picked the lock.
The store was strangely full, the shelves littered in different colored packaging, drinks, appliances, and everything you could think of. I slung my book bag over my back and started stuffing it with food, candy, cookies, trail mix, instant meals, everything you can think of, and right as I swung my bag back over my shoulder. I heard the cock of a shotgun from the other side of the shop.
"Who's there!", a raspy voice called from the shadows.
I retrieved my Ak12 and slowly approached the dark oblivion that wrapped perfectly around the back of the store, I was a sitting duck. I turned a corner and a cloud of powder and pellets tore apart the shelf behind me.
"Cmon now don't be shy!" I heard the voice call out as he chambered another shell into his 12 gauge.
I stood up and fired a barrage of rounds towards him. One hit. I then crouched and fired again from a different position. Half a second later I heard the clatter of the shotgun hitting the ground and the impact made the shotgun trigger itself. Another shot whizzed right over my shoulder. I let out a sigh of relief and moved the shotgun away from my target. He could easily fake death, retrieve his weapon, and kill me, so I confiscated his gun. I unscrewed the attached flashlight from his gun and put it on my Ak12. It had a pressure switch that I taped into my vertical grip, giving me a tactical edge. Walking out the back door was a smart decision, as I was met with a 200cc dirtbike. I placed a key found on the ground next to it into the ignition and fired up the small engine. Upon this discovery, I started driving up the main road.