Five Year Sentence

All New Chapter 4

When the gun fire stopped, Mordecai looked deathly pale. He couldn't stop staring at Stacy who was limp and lifeless. For the first time ever he felt a strong hatred, that he couldn't contain. He sprang up and was out the hotel door in mere seconds, he stood out on the balcony. As he looked down he could see the attackers moving room to room, looting what could be looted and taking an females that they could find that hadn't been injured or killed. He stepped back inside and from a small box under his bed, he drew and Smith and Wesson .500 magnum. He walked back out the door and looked down at he men who were getting closer to him and Chelsea. He drew in a breath, aimed the gun down at the men, and pulled the hammer back. Bang, the first shot rang off and the closest man that was carrying an AR 15 jumped back, his chest exploding with torn flesh and bone flying everywhere, leaving a red stain on the white pickup truck, and showering the looters with blood. He was killed instantly. Mordecai pulled the hammer back again and drew in another breath, it had been years since he shot his gun and the recoil had left him jolted, but he steadied himself once more, aiming down at a looter that had dropped what he was carrying and was bringing an UZI up to the firing position. BANG, the second shot rang out and the mans head exploded, a foul stench was rising from the men he had killed and from Stacy in the hotel room. The last looter made a run for the truck, that had around a thousands of dollars in equipment and young women in the back hatch, he drew the hammer back, BANG, missed, he was down to his last shot and the man had made it inside the vehicle. The engine roared to life and he began giving it gas, BANG, the vehicle had only made it a few feet toward the exit of the lot and stopped. Mordecai walked down to the truck and looked inside, the man was dead but not from his doing. The slug he fired was lodged in the side of the truck. This shot came from somewhere out in the field. It was a large caliber, near big enough to stop a truck by hitting it in the side, but it seemed as though the man had been cut in half at the waist, for his torso was gone.

Mordecai walked to the back of the truck and undid the hatch and tailgate, and the girls filed out he climbed into the back of the truck and secured all of the stolen items. After returning them to the rooms they belonged, he gathered the fire arms of the men he killed and the weapons in the truck. He walked into the room where he had left Chelsea, who was curled up in a ball in the corner. " Are you okay, are you hurt, whats wrong?" he asked her. " I could have died, if that bullet had strayed an inch off course I'd be where Stacy is right now. How long have you had that gun on you ??????" " Well I've had as long as I can remember. I just haven't had a need to use it yet and I'm out of shots for it now." She looked up at him and then at his blood soaked shirt and gun that was dangling in his hand. She stood up slowly and gathered her things, when she walked out of the room and onto the balcony she threw up. The sight of the carnage outside was worse than that in the room, and the stench was becoming worse. She looked at him, " Is this your doing. Why did you have to kill them?" He hung his head low and let out a sigh " Yes, I did kill them, but if i hadn't they would have rapped many people and probably you if they had gotten to this room. So I removed the problem, to keep you out of harms way, I killed them." Tears were streaming down her face and she felt sick to her stomach again. Mordecai walked into his room grabbed his belongings, including the gun box and walked down to the truck. He loaded the truck with food and water as well as the guns and ammo from the men who laid around him dead by his doing. He walked to the driver side door and pulled it open, he looked at the man and unbuckled him, pulled the two halves out of the truck and wiped the seat. He couldn't figure out where he was shot from though. The door had no bullet hole, neither did the wind shield. He looked at the rest of the truck, other that where his bullets hit it, there was no other damage. He turned to go get Chelsea but was startled to find her right behind him," Holy crap, you scared the living hell out of me!" She looked amused, " So what, getting shot at and killing people doesn't faze you?" He looked back at the bodies and sighed, " Well when you see one of you last life long friends get killed inches away from you, well you tend to not care about the pressing situation." She though about this and realized what had happened to him and gave him a small hug, " I'm sorry about Stacy." He hugged her back but very briefly, and climbed into the cab of the truck, " You are gonna have to get in the truck, they tore you Tarus to pieces." he exclaimed. She looked at her Ford and got in the Pickup. " Well so much for my car, what a waste of money. But it was a complete piece of trash anyway, I need an new car anyway." As they left the parking lot, police and military personal arrived at the scene. A police car pulled Mordecai and Chelsea over, " Is there a problem officer ?" Mordecai asked. " Yeah the side of you truck has bullet holes and blood all over it. Were you at that hotel?" " Well we were and out of self defense I shot back at the men who fired shots into my hotel room. Is there a problem with that?" The officer looked at Mordecai's shirt and at Chelsea and inside the back of the truck, when he saw all the weaponry, he turned pale. " Does all that belong to you two?" asked the officer. " Well I guess it does now, because we took the vehicle and left. So yes I guess they are." With this the officer went back to his cruiser and left, which both Mordecai and Chelsea were both surprised about. But they went on there way. "We need to get as far away from here as possible." As they got further away from the hotel, the world seemed to have transformed into a war zone, there were bodies and guns lining the streets, people hiding in burned out buildings and military personal everywhere. " We need to get to a gun store and shooting range. You need to learn how to shoot a gun if we are going to continue to survive this world." She nodded her head and and they turned into a Gun Range/store. As they got out, the made a run for the door and got inside. They browsed the guns and ammo before she made her selection. An .45 ACP M1911, they bought well over 200 rounds of ammunition for each weapon in there possession and entered the range. He taught her how to shoot and how to control the recoil. Afterwards they ran back to the truck. He put the key in the ignition and turned it into the start position, it didn't roll over. He tried again and again until it finally stuttered to life. As the got back on the road, they encountered many road blocks and small fire fights between small gangs and branchs of the government. They began taking small back roads and dirt paths in order to avoid most of the fire fights. Wham, they both jumped as a bullet hit the side of there truck. Chelsea slide into the back cab through the small connecting door and found an AR 15 at here disposal. Wham, crack, shatter, glass and metal splintered into the back of the truck. She chambered a round and let off a burst from the rifle out of the broken window. The shooting stopped momentary. Wham, the truck swerved and Mordecai let out a cry of pain, Chelsea climbed back to the front, "What happened." She looked at his chest, a small plum of blood was forming in the center of his stomach. " I need you to put pressure on the wound, or we are never gonna get to somewhere safe. Do you under stand." She looked at him with fear in her eyes. " Please Chelsea, i'm not ready to die." In that very instant they were grabbed out if the vehicle and placed in another with blind folds on.