Hi guys. Two OC's! Two OC's! No flaming, and, well yeah. I will not always have author notes. Sometimes, they're bothersome. This is just another I dunno, author note before they go.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I got used to them. Kara and Kris. We were in my opinion more like friends now. We talked more, and learned more about each other. This was Kris and Kara's apartment they had owned. They were boyfriend and girlfriend. They were lucky enough for a lot of the earthquakes and things to miss their building. In fact, a lot of the space around was relatively safe and intact. Sure there were holes there and there, and some fires, and buildings with missing chunks, and sometimes cracks in the ground that lead to who knows where, but, whatever.
"We need food. We have an apple, a banana, and two buckets of water,"announced Kris during breakfast. It was a cereal bar and some water.
"I'll go and get supplies,"I volunteered.
"We should all go. We won't get lost, since I know this place, and so does Kara, and we don't want to be overpowered by those thugs,"Kris answered.
"Fine. Is there a grocery store around here?"I asked.
"There used to be one, but it's obliterated now. Just so happens a critical building was the epicenter of the earthquake. We can try scavenging, but any leftovers will be gone from looters,"he said.
"However there is another five miles from here..."said Kara.
"That's too dangerous,"Kris said, serious.
"Why?"I asked curious.
"The thugs have a base in the town hall, which is only literally a couple of blocks from the store. The thugs have looted it, but there were still quite some stuff in there. I think they have sentries guarding the remaining stash,"said Kris.
"And there are no other food storages?"I asked.
"Nope. But if we raided it that would be the cut for us,"said Kara.
Suddenly I heard a gunshot and a yell.
"Get him!"said a person. I looked out the window and saw a warthog (or whatever you call it from Halo) chasing after a man. It was like a jeep with no hood, and the back part was a small machine gun attached to it. Just look it up.
"Thugs. Probably the same ones,"said Kris. He got out his rifle. They had cornered the man. He had an iron sword, but they had military grade weapons and armor. The man mounting the machine gun came down and pressed a pistol to the mans chest.
"You don't ever mess with us. Just so happens you did,"said the thug. The bullet rang rang out loud an clear and the thug dropped to the ground. I followed Kris's example and shot another bullet from my rifle and the other man fell over. The last man looked around in fear, but died with a sniper bullet in him.
We went outside. I didn't trust this man, and I held him to gunpoint.
"Please don't hurt me. Please. I'm a survivor. Please,"he begged. His face was covered in grime. He was probably around 15, or younger.
"It's okay, we won't hurt you *I receive kick and put my weapon down*,"said Kris.
"Please. I'm innocent..."he said.
"Where do you come from?"I asked.
"Kingston near the bay. I got supplies from a hotel there."
"Okay. Do you mean food by any chance?"he asked.
His eyes widened, and he smiled. "Enough to for days. Hotels are well equipped,"he said.
We went upstairs and he showed us tons of apples, three buckets of water, and beef and pork. This was a ton. And he was certainly lucky. Not so lucky to run into the thugs. "I ran into those guys *gestures at the street from the window* while I was searching and exploring this place,"said the man.
"What's your name?"I asked.
"Will. Will Carter,"he said.
"I'm Devon. This is Kris, and this is Kara,"I said giving him some introductions. We shook hands.
"They aren't going to take this well. Not at all,"said Kris. "Killing four patrols and stealing a warthog. That reminds me. What should we do with it?"
"I dunno...store it somewhere?"I said guessing randomly.
"Uh guys, if I didn't mention it, we should go,"said Will. "The people in the warthog sent somebody off to alert other thugs. I saw their compound, and they had fifteen sentries outside. I'm guessing they have more inside. They could mobile a whole force of thugs. We should gather our stuff,"He said.
"But...fine,"said Kara. This was their home, that they had fought to protect, but they knew we outgunned and outnumbered.
"I'm not letting them have the generator,"said Kris. He pulls out a C4. I gape.
"Where the **** did you get that?"I asked.
"Resources my friend. An ambushed soldier had it,"he said. With that he went up and set it. We rushed down with supplies. The warthog just sat there. Kris came down, and they jumped in. I manned the machine gun in back, and Kris held on in a small storage compartment, since there were only two seats. Kara drove, and she did it well. We started driving.
Then we heard the gunshots. There were yells. I turned the machine gun around. I was exposed, but to heck with it. I fired several rounds and a warthog following us exploded. I fired and kill three thugs till we turned the corner. We turned more and more corners until we could only faintly hear the rumbling of the trucks...and then the APC appeared. The gun on it pointed at me, and a pain somewhere in the upper part of body suddenly exploded and I fell down in agony. It hurt...