First thing I did was grab my backpack, bring it to my feet, and pull out a rather tattered but sturdy cardboard box, that held ammo for my pistol. I took a handful of the sleek metallic rounds and rummaged through my bag to find an empty mag, that can be used for my Beretta. Slowly but efficiently I fed all twelve of the rounds into the dark magazine and placed it into my right ammo bag. I snatched up my bag and threw it over my shoulders, back where it belongs.
I rose off my knees and walked towards the door to be greeted with a LockShift keyhole, this building clearly had some wealth back in the day, but if I broke the glass or anything the shatter would almost certainly attract anything within the next 50 metres.
I continued to circle the old gun store, how it managed to keep itself as sealed as it is really is an amazing feat. I tuned the corner to see the back entrance door with a large printed sticker clearly reading 'Authorised Personnel Only'. I see it only has a rusted padlock, even an improvised lock would be stronger than that.
I step back, cautious of the ditch behind me. I bring up my right leg and quickly thrust it towards the door, the lock stays intact, but one of the hinges has buckled and split.
One more should do it.
I bring my leg up again, and push it forward with all my might. The door twists, and makes an entry point. I lower my body to crawl under the door, I wince as shards of metal scratched my stomach, but not piercing the skin. Once I was clear I pushed myself back up on my feet. Armed with only a Hunting Knife and an old Beretta, I approached the counter to find an old set of keys, probably for the cabinets that held our possible saviours. I picked them up and placed them in the safety of my pocket. I opened the door that separated the 'Staff Only' section from the display cabinets. I walked up to a cabinet which had a set of silencers. I looked through them to find on that would fit my Berreta. I grabbed an old Bolt Action Hunting Rifle, or a BAHR. I slotted the rifle in a catch in my backpack, allowing for easy access. I made sure the safety is on and slotted it in my waistline at my rear.
*click*
The oddly familiar click of a pistol grabbed my attention.
"Now, tis all here is mine..."
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The Past Forgotten (Broken Hope)
Novela JuvenilA world, lost within the depths of cannabilistic monsters, Benjamin must survive by any means necessary. What is more important, your loved ones? Or yourself?
