My Grandpop first owned it, he then passed, It was on the mantle, then the wall, then on the window sill, I never thought i'd have to use it until today. (5 days earlier) apparently on the news which i dont watch, there was an explosion on the north east side of our state. My dad ran to me and threw me my grandpops old rifle. I asked why did you hand me this? he says "look outside" I glanced out the window and saw people being shot. not just one shot but multiple to make sure they were dead in the least.
I automatically closed the curtains and started nailing boards to the windows in hopes no one finds me. my dad ran to me saying goodjob as in hope of encouragement and keep of my sanity. well i was worried about my friend tess. she hasnt texted me in 4 hours and all she does is blow up my phone all the time. she was on the north east side. that same day. that was my flashback.
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shotgun.
HorrorOn a normal day this kid just looks at a gun. He dosent watch the news he dosent do anything. Except now. Hes on a search to find the love of his life and survive with her in a post apocalyptic survival scene. Will he survive?
