[Chapter Four: Load up on Guns]
The sun was setting, and an orange fire danced in the sky. I looked up and took a deep breath in. I took a step forward, and felt myself begin to relax.
"Are you sure we won't get in trouble for this?" Duane asked as he steadily walked beside me. I gave him a weird look and sighed, shaking my head, no. 'Oh," he laughed a little. "I guess you're right. We don't really have any rules, or laws now."
"Duane, just because that is true, don't think you can just run off all willy nilly now, eh?" Morgan looked at his son with a serious expression.
I looked at the ground, trying to zone out peoples words, so I could get some peice and quiet for my own thouhts. The world was something
beautiful. The sunsets, dancing, even the flames of heartbreak. This world... the one we live in now, we cannot help, but feel the pain of what could possibly trigger our emotions, the ones we are unprepared for. I feel guilty. Has humanity commited such a crime, that the world has chosen to put us in this living hell?
I broke free from my thoughts once we arrived at the police station. I typed in the passcode for the lock, and pushed open the heavy, metal doors. Morgan and Duane followed closelu behind me, making sure theu didnt get lost. I clutched my baseball bat tightly in my hands, and took a hopeful, deep breath in.
"What do we do if this place has been wiped clean?" Morgan asked. I looked over my shoulder to look at him, but looked back ahead of myself shortly after.
"If it has," I breathed out in a slightly annoyed tone. My head was pounding. "We're screwed. No one but my father knows - I mean, knew, the code to get in here.
"Then how do you know it?" Duane asked me curiously, craning his neck to look at me. Letting out a deep breath off fresh air, I finally said,
"I figured it out eventually. My father uses the same four diget passcode lock for pretty much anything. I guess I will tell you guys it just in case. The code to get in here, is '1109'."
"Thank you so much, Reghan. You've been a big help!" Morgan thanked me, looking down at his son, then down at me. I just smiled at him.
"Load up on guns, okay? Make sure you take as much as you think you'll need. Do not waste ammunition!" I demanded, opening the gun cabnet. I loaded a gun, looking through the scope.
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FanfictionIn the wake of the zombie apocalypse, young Reghan Libby is just waking up in the hospital. After returning to her home, and discovering that her parents had left, she is taken in by an man and his son. Reghan soon leaves them, and sets off the find...
