I took a bag that I found inside the building, filled it with some snacks and drinks. After that, I went and covered myself with blood by the a zombie I killed earlier in the 1st floor.
“It's time to leave” I said as I open the door, the sound of the door opening alart the zombies nearby. But as soon as they approach me and smell me, they let it go.
“It's time to leave this place” I murmured, I walk towards the inner city. And there, I found what I was looking for. The gun store, I went inside and lock the door.
As expected, many people came to the gun store. I didn't bother to kill the zombies inside, and start to get what I need.
I heads straight for the AR-15s, grabbing a couple along with several magazines of 5.56 ammunition. Next, I secures couple of Glock 34 and a Beretta M9, ensuring I have sidearms with common ammunition. I then finds a Pistol Caliber Carbine (PCC), compatible with the Glock magazines.
Ignoring the more exotic and heavy weapons that would be impractical for long-term survival, I opts for a Mossberg 590 shotgun for its stopping power at close range. I also picks up a .308 bolt action rifle, envisioning the need for precise shots from a distance I took each two of them.
I then fills a backpack with additional magazines, a cleaning kit, and gears for the guns and a basic first aid kit. Before leaving, I grabs a box of flares and a couple of flashlights with extra batteries, knowing that visibility could mean the difference between life and death.
“If I'm correct this gun I took from the SWAT is M4a1 assault rifle… they only have Hollow-Point Bullets…” I murmured quietly
While looking, around I noticed a weird sound coming from the floor. I open the rug and saw a key hole on the wall.
“Isn't this nice to try my lock knitting skills” I murmured and try to unlock it. I took me almost an hour to do it. “Damn, this shits harder than I thought” I murmured then proceed to open it
Revealing a large black box, I open it up. Revealing another AR-15. “Why do they need to hide this?“
Then, below the rifle there's “Windham Weaponry RMCS-3 AR-15… is this some kind of special rifle?“ I murmured
Then there's a paper, near the gun.
[ Windham Weaponry RMCS-3 AR-15
- Features include:
- Silencer
- Quick-Change Barrels: Swap between different calibers (5.56mm, .300 Blackout, 7.62x39mm)
- Holographic sights
- Extended Magazine
- Ambidextrous Controls
- Tactical Light
-Foregrip ]
Not only a assault rifle, but also boxes of bullets with a written text “Armored piercing bullets”
“Isn't this nice”
I took the rifle and everything inside it, including a Ka-Bar EK 44 Commando Knife, a dozen of extended magazines and boxes of armored piercing bullets.
Leaving with a couple bags filled with guns and ammunition, it's heavy. However I manage, taking rest in continue.
I plan on going to the motorcycle accessory shop nearby, I went inside. And wear a, complete set of motorcycle gear, such as black kneepad and elbow pads that are comfortable to move with while it can protect me.
As I exited through the backdoor and searched the area, my eyes fell upon a key tucked away amidst the employees' belongings. Securing the key, I ventured outside, hopeful of finding a suitable vehicle to transport my gear. However, my expectations were met with uncertainty as I laid eyes on a lone motorcycle.
“How can I possibly carry all of this on a motorcycle?” I muttered to myself, grappling with the logistical challenges.
Just then, a voice broke the silence from behind me. “How about we help you carry them?” The tone was calm yet assertive, prompting me to turn around and face the speaker.
