It's been three weeks since the government had closed most if not all the routes in and out of the city. People have gone crazy. I still haven't been called in which is either a good thing or a bad thing.
It's bad because there is nothing to do nowadays apart from staying in a locked apartment, with newspaper covered windows 24/7. Only stepping out to gather food or occasionally look for warmer clothes. Today I'm out of food. I have been since last night but I decided to not go out at night. Plus, there was a rather severe blizzard.
'Off we go I guess' I thought to myself as I jumped out of my window to land on a garbage truck six feet below. The truck was loud. 'Hopefully I didn't just alert any rioters'. I drop from the truck onto the snow covered ground below. There wasn't too much snow, about ten centimetres at most.
'Now where the hell do we go'. I ask myself as I look around. The only two weapons I have are: a butterfly knife I've had for five years and a P226 pistol I've had from my days at the SEALs. (Sig Sauer P226 MK25 chambered in 9mm and engraved with an anchor on the left side of the slide and UID label on the opposite side. )I wear a green shirt covered by a grey hoodie which is covered by dark brown coat. A black, slouchy beanie, dark grey almost green cargo pants and black Military grade gloves. Also I have a black backpack I picked up from inside of a car a week back.
If I could I would gladly wear my division gear over the clothes. The knee pads, the holsters, the bulletproof vest and a far better backpack. However, I can't wear all that because when we signed up we had to swear an oath to only wear the gear if we are called in. And I keep my promises, even if it is the end of the world.
'Left it is' and I start heading in that direction with my pistol cocked and loaded in my hand. I heard commotion in front so I hid behind the nearest car "-did you see 'dat bitches face when I killed 'er husband in front of 'er" "ye ye whatever, you never lemme get any suckas to kill..."
Their little conversations infuriated me because it made me remember the time when I was ten and my father was killed during a mugging... I shake my head side to side to get rid of those thoughts and focus. I decide to peek over and notice that there's two rioters crouched by what looked like a body, looting it.
One has only a pistol while the other one has a short shotgun without a stock but it did have a small red dot sight and a foregrip. Plus a laser sight. I smug grin stretches across my face as I roll over the hood of the car I was behind and shoot the guy with the shotgun while sliding. The other guy looked up at me and before he could even reach his pistol I shot him in the head.
I slowly stroll over to the bodies and pick up the shotgun that guy had. "Serbu Super Shorty huh?" I ask myself as I inspect the shotgun. It's a twelve gauge. The guy had six shells on it and the shotgun itself was already loaded with two shells and one in the chamber. 'Not too shabby'.