"Hm... We can go to my Dad's gun shop." You mumble, "I need to check to see if he's okay, and if this... disease has spread to where he is. Plus, I have a feeling we're gonna need more guns and ammo than these two glocks, so maybe we can get some more protection."
She mumbles something in agreement.
"The store isn't far from here either. Take the exit after this one coming up." You tell her, pointing at the sign that reads 'Exit 62'.
"Gotcha." She says.
After instructing Jasmine on where to go, you both soon reach your Dad's gun shop, where you're a fellow employee. Jasmine parks in the parking lot along side the building. You both exit the vehicle, noting how everything seems... dead. Not a soul in sight.
"This doesn't make any sense..." You mumble, "I know the news said to stay inside and lock your doors, but we can't be the ONLY ones out here, right?"
"I don't know... I mean, look at what happened to the city. It's possible that the whole state, or even the country could be like that..."
You clench the gun tighter, making sure to be ready for any 'surprises', "And we're the only ones that just happened to miss how everything happened?" You say. She shrugs her shoulders.
You both approach the entrance to the guns store, which is blocked by the metal gate that you usually put down after closing.
"Are you sure your dad is even in there? I mean, you did say that you were leaving there because you were closing early when I pulled you over." She says skeptically.
You look through the bars, but can only see darkness through the window, "He's probably at his house, I guess."
"...That's not in the city, is it?"
You shake your head, taking out your keys to unlock the gate and door, "Nah, he hates the city life."
You soon unlock both the gate and the door and enter the shop filled with rifles, pistols, shotguns, and bullets. Basically, your home away from h--
*click click*
You feel the cold steel of the barrel of a pistol being pushed against your head. As if it were a reflex, you turn and point your gun at the owner of the gun pointed at you. The barrel is now pointed at your face, and yours is pointed at their's. The room is still dark, since you didn't turn the light switch on yet, so you're not sure who is threatening you at the moment. You can only pray that the intruder doesn't shoot his gun first. |