I start riding. I notice dead bodies everywhere. Their supplies are raided, gone, stripped bare no clothes no nothing. I shiver and keep riding. There is a person ahead of me but i didnt take notice until a big flash. A bullet lands beside me. I pedal as fast as I can. I grab my knife. I dive off my bike and plunge the knife into his neck. blood spurts from the wound as his heart takes its last beats.
He takes a gutteral growl before hitting me. not hard to do any damage but it knocked me off of him. I start crawling back using my legs while aiming the rifle at him. He spits out his last breath in a swear word. Fuck.
I get up and shrug off. I take his supplies and his pistol but not his clothes or money. i dont want to disturb his "peaceful" sleep. i keep riding. shes 85 miles from me. if i take the most direct root that is. stay off the road and avoid towns unless its nessecary i keep telling myself that. i know it will be almost impossible.
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shotgun.
TerrorOn 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?
