As Long as Possible
Peter Melaine looked down the street as he and his friend Nick walked towards the flat that they shared.
"Well, that was a bloody bust." Said Nick unhappily, interlocking his fingers and putting them behind his head.
"Why did we have to deliver that package again?" said Peter, rubbing the deep slash on his forearm from the junkie's knife, wincing as he did so.
"Dunno, Damien just said he needed it." Said Nick, handing Peter a cigarette and lighting it for him.
"Maybe it's for the best that we don't do anything for him again in the near future." Said Peter, exhaling the deadly cloud of tar and toxins.
"These things are killing us you know." He said conversationally.
"Yup," said Nick "how about we try to quit this weekend?" Peter nodded and continued walking towards the flat. When they got inside, he flopped down on the couch and switched on the telly.
"What's happening on the news?" called Nick from the kitchen as he called the take out shop for their dinner.
"Another one of those bloody riots. This one is in... No!" he shouted, jumping up.
"What? What's wrong?" shouted Nick, dropping the phone. "There is a bloody riot in Sandford!" he shouted, running into the kitchen and snatching up the phone.
"Who are you calling?" said Nick. "My mum and dad! Who do you think?" He said angrily, punching the numbers into the pad with excessive force.
"Well use your bloody mobile and stop smashing the bloody wall mount one to bits!" Shouted Nick. Peter ignored him, and waited as the phone at his parents house ran once... twice... on the third ring, his mother answered the phone.
"Hullo?" "Mum! You and dad have got to get out of sandford!" shouted Peter, positively hopping with adrenaline.
"Why? We're fine. The rioting hasn't come into our part of the-" the phone crashed to the floor and Peter heard screams. His mother was being murdered while still of the phone. He started screaming
"Mum! Mum!" but the only answer he got was the new noise of his father coming down the stairs and being slaughtered as well. He looked at the television screen, and actually saw his parent's house and his mother. His mother was being savagely attacked by a huge crowd of people. he dropped the phone and started to sob. After a few minutes he went towards the closet hallway.
"Where the hell do you think you are going!" shouted Nick.
"I am going to go buy some shells for the pistol and the rifle. I'm gonna protect myselfe. You should come along mate. Get a weapon. Cause whatever is causing that riot... well, as you can see it's headed right for us." He opened the door and pulled out the .45 from his dads brief stint in the military. Along with it, he brought out the mosin nagant rifle, the one he had bought three years previously for the nostalgia of owning a world war two weapon. Putting it into a case, he walked out the door and down towards the elevator. Once inside, he took it down to the lobby and walked out the doors towards the shop down the street. After he got to the counter, he set down the two firearms and when the clerk looked at him in askance, simply said.
"Shells. As many as can fit into this." he pulled two medium sized backpacks off of a nearby rack and set them on the counter as well. "Fill one with .45 caliber pistol ammo, and the other with Mosin Nagant ammunition." The clerk did this, then rung up the price.
"one hundred and seventy eight pounds, sir." Peter produced a checkbook and wrote out the amount, then handed it to the clerk. "If you don't mind me asking, sir, what all the shells are for?" the clerk said haltingly.
"You know about the riots?" said peter. The clerk nodded.
"Well, then you know what the shells are for, don't you mate?" he said, shouldering the packs and weapons, then walking out the door. The clerk thought about this for a moment, and then he walked to the door, locked it, and closed the metal grate over it. He picked up a pistol from under the counter, and set out ammunition for it.
"If that bloke is right," he thought, "Then I'm happy I spent all that money on vending machines and beef jerky." Even as these two individuals went their separate ways, in the back of their minds, both knew what was going on. The whole bloody world was ending. And only the ones who can fight are going to survive for any length of time.
Well, that is it for the first chapter... please, R & R, I would appreciate it a lot.