The street was blocked; a Russian tank was crawling our way. I flipped around in a U-turn direction. Driving down boulevard some people were running in the same direction of my car. Several shots were heard from behind, followed by bodies dropping in front of me. I floored the petal and drove into a parking lot for a local Wal-Mart.
"Let's go, we will hide in this place for a rough week or so. Hopefully this might calm down a bit. We'll come out if they ever enter this place." I walked out of the car with my gun strapped on my shoulder. Monica was closely behind me, still in shock from the murder of her dad. I strolled up to the front entrance, trying to pull the automatic doors open. I had no luck, "we'll go around back. Enter through the storage hold."
I walked to the back, staying cautious of my surroundings. The popping of gunfire was sounded. Helicopters flew overhead, firing missile pods at some of the tanks heading towards our position. I grabbed Monica up from her feet and carried her as fast as I could, heading towards the storage.
1200 hours/21 June, 2021/Military calendar
Wal-Mart office, Wal-Mart Boulevard, Oregon
I've only been here for about a week no sign of entry. Monica isn't doing so well. It's the saddest time of the month for man and I'm getting the heat of it. Lucky for me I can do anything I want. I kept the AR-15 rifle next Monica in case of enemy intruders. I know they are still here. I've heard gun shots throughout this week of camping here. It was really only a matter of time before they search this place.
I walked to the cashier spot of the store. Beside the conveyor belts were packages of gum. I pondered on whether to have one or not. Then I saw a juicy fruit. 'Hell yes!' I thought. I grabbed a piece and threw it into my mouth. Best five seconds of my life. The flavor eventually died off and I spat it onto the ground. Looking up I saw five Russian soldiers peeking through the window. One of them raised their guns I quickly sprinted to the back where Monica was laying down.
"We need to go. They are here." I told her.
She stood up with still a daze in her face. "What do you mean?" She asked.
I figured she was still sleepy not thinking on what happened in the past week. I grabbed the rifle next to her and pulled the charging handle. A new cartridge went into the chamber, ready to shoot. I gave her the side arm she got from the soldier. "You only have one clip, make every shot count."
She got up from her bed, fully aware of what was happening now.
"Stay behind me, we will fight our way through to the car."
She nodded and told me I was ready. I walked outside the office, putting the rifle to my shoulder. I walked cautiously towards the entrance. Two soldiers were walking past the bathroom aisle. I aimed the sights at one of them. Monica behind me put her gun up. She shot first, shortly after I fired a round. Both bullets apparently were going after the same target. The other Russian turned to his left and spotted us. He pulled his gun up. Right before he fired I fired a shot into the soldier's shoulder. Blood shot out the exit wound. He fell down to his back in pain. Monica fired another shot being delivered into his head.
"Good job, now where's the other three?" I told her.
I felt a blunt object hit my head. I fell to the floor, Monica followed. The other three were behind us. I felt hands pick me up from my shoulders. Being carried out the door, I saw a transport jeep waiting outside the store. They put me and Monica in the back seat hand cuffed us to the seats. I looked over to Monica. Feeling sorry for what I put her through. "I'm sorry." I told her. We drove down the boulevard. The street landscape being changed dramatically. Barb wire was on some the streets that lead to the suburbs. I looked to my left and saw several cars on the side of the street. Barb wire was suddenly less visible, less presence of the Russians.
We traveled for another two miles. Finally driving through a suburb neighborhood. The drivers stopped, arguing on what was wrong. Monica looked past their shoulders, "There's a car in the way." She told me.
One Russian got out of the truck and pulled his rifle to his shoulder. I looked to my right and looked out the window. I saw in the distance, several people walking on the roofs. I looked at the soldier that got out; he turned around and shrugged to his comrade. After a popping sound discharged, the soldier brains blew out on the window.
Monica looked to her left trying to ignore the soldier's insides on the window. The other soldier Jumped out calling out words in Russian. As soon as he got out his head exploded. His body fell onto the driver's seat. In the rear view mirror I could see two figures walking to the car. They both opened the doors we were sitting at. The one that opened my door had short hair. He was Caucasian, black hair greased from lack of hygiene. He had grime on his face.
"Looks like you're ok," he said, "Frank, uncuff the girl. I got this one." He grabbed a key from his pocket and uncuffed me. The pressure was released and I could start to feel my hands have the falling asleep affect