One In The Chamber

Awake

Andrew woke up in bed the following morning.. it was a Tuesday and his head was ringing, he had another headache of course.. He sighed and sat up in bed looking around the dimly lit room and then at the window next to him which had been barricaded by wooden planks.. the sun was dimly shining through the molded wooden planks, He turned to look at his table to see his revolver still sitting there along with his bag along the floor.. he turned and hopped out of bed.. not bothering to make it and had a slight peek out of the window looking at the open country outside "Hm.. not as much crazies as there was yesterday roaming around" his voice quietly talked out to himself.. he then falls back, sitting on the bed and he looked down grabbing and pulling the light green duffle bag up and onto the bed with him.. which had all of his supplies safely strapped inside.. The noise of the zip opening filled the room with sound as he pulled it aside.. opening the bag. His eyes met a picture of his father.. the only person he really looked up to in life, Before all of this, all of those years ago he didnt really have any friends or what not.. Lucky enough his dad taught him how to use his revolver he had now.. it was not in the best condition and was not the best either but it certainly got the job done thats for sure.. He thought to himself as he used his hand to brush away the last piece he had of his father.. what was left of his father was probably roaming the streets looking for someone to murder, the world was far gone and there was nothing Andrew could do about it he had not seen a survivor in weeks? months he didnt know, all he cared about was surviving and pulling through. After he did this he pulled out two boxes of 9mm revolver bullets.. he shakes the boxes left and right in order to determine how much he had left.. his heart sank as he realised one of the boxes was empty. He put the non empty box to the side and quickly threw the other one to the side of the room.. it making a cardboard crash as it landed then he picked up the other one in a type of panting voice he spoke out "Please no.." he flicked his thumb upwords and the box opened up for him.. to his shock, in the small and dirty stained cardboard like box lay.. 4.. bullets .. left.. He began panicking and he shoved the package back into the bag and he stood up "Y-Y'know.. maybe that town down the way is not looted yet... the amount of crazies down there makes it impossible for someone else to loot it!" He hurried around the room in what seemed like circles as he tried thinking of a way for him to calm down.. The run down house he was staying at was safe sure, but the thing that was really scaring him was the fact the entire mountain was surrounded by crazies.. the car he used to travel here was busted up, Rusted down also. He sighed as he turned walking over and beginning to load his revolver up slowly... 1... 2.. 3... and... 4.. His hand jerked sidewords as he shut the revolver and sighed.. closing his eyes and gripping the handcanon tight.. praying for safety he opened his eyes and grabbed the bag, throwing it over his shoulder and he proceeded to head outside... The wind was blowing and howling loudly as it whipped right on past him, The area was clear. . . . For now.. anyway (The End Of PAGE 1)