main character (myself) is trapped in a post apocalyptic world with only himself to survive. Will he find others, with he be left alone to be hunted? Read The Unknown to find out.
The rough terrain of this wasteland were like iron jaws tearing at the tires. I knew this 4x4 would fail eventually. I pulled over and retrieved an MRE from my bag. It read: Meal Ready To Eat-Chicken & Rice. I tore open the packaging and started digging into the so called food. It didn't taste like a 5 star course, but it's better than the same old chili MRE's. I tossed the container of the food to the side only to see my Ak12 get hit by a round. I heard the report half a second later. It was an ambush. The Ak12 had a crack running down both receivers. Tiny smokes clouds and loud cracks erupted all around me. I reached in my holster for my M9a1. I looked left and right, no man to be seen, until I saw the reddish glare off a red dot sight, and more shots erupt around me. He was pretty far away. I took aim with my pistol and fired off multiple shots for suppressive fire. Right as he put his head down, I started rushing towards him. I jumped over the barrier he was hiding behind and put my gun to his head. "Woah woah woah take it easy bro" the man said to me. "You just broke my 15 thousand dollar gun", I replied to him, and pushed my gun into his head. "Bro, I'm sorry, the names Stocky by the way. I held down a gun shop a mile from here, I can get you a new gun" "Meh, good reason." I replied as I holstered my pistol. "Is that a Magpul PDR-C?" I asked stocky as he picked up his unique looking rifle.
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"Yeah, it's a dope gun, I'm surprised the military doesn't use it". "How on earth did you get a hold of that?" I asked him, brushing the dirt off my pants. "That's classified. Follow me, I've got a car over here." "Hold on one sec", I replied and started running back to my Ak12. I removed all the attachments from my gun and put them in my bag. I knew that I could use them on my new gun. Before I left, I looked back at my Ak12. "It's just a gun" i said to myself and started running back to stocky. We got into his Ford F-150 and continued up one of the main roads. He took turns as if he knew this place by heart, and eventually stopped in front of a gun store. He unlocked he door and brought me into a shop with the walls lined with guns. "Go crazy" he said to me as he pulled up and chair and sat down" I grabbed a vest off the wall and fit it to my body. After that I looked up and down the rows and columns of guns. Eventually, one caught my eye, it was a CZ 805 bren S1. The civilian version of the BREN A1.
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I picked it up off the wall and shouldered it. It was perfect. I attached my old scope and grip on the BREN, and started searching for STANAG magazines that would fit the BREN. Eventually, I gathered six magazines. While I loaded them up with 5.56 ammunition, stocky started weaving magazine pouches to my vest. "Thanks", I said to him as I put on my new vest. "No problem, but here's the thing, did you hear about the building of terrorism agencies through the city?" "Yeah, I have, what are you thinking?" "They have a huge base filled to the brim with supplies, we should do a night raid", stocky said as he popped another magazine into his PDR-C. "Sounds like a plan", I said as I slipped the last magazine I filled into my vest and picked up my BREN. After we restocked, we got into the f-150 and started the short journey to the heart of Atlanta, the heart of the meanest organization in all of the wastelands, The Reapers.
