Chapter 6

Alexiev Sakorsky

This sucked. Nikole was still being a cold bastard towards me, and now I had Salone trying to kiss my ass. Nobody, not even me, kisses my ass.

"Ve need to gather vhat guns and ammuneetion ve can, and head out. Zose sings vill come again. I am suprised zey haven't yet. Vhat ze hail are you waiting for? Move!"

Salone groaned as he rolled over. I had given him the luxury of sleeping until a little after dawn. Nikole and I had taken shifts throughout the night. We had decided that two people could take shifts, and one sleep. Hopefully, this would alternate, because I was really, really tired. Judging by the lines under Nikole's eyes, she was too.

"Salone, you lazy bastard! Get up!"

Nikole kicked him in his side. He groaned, sitting up slowly. His hair was a mess. Personally, I didn't care. Salone did not seem too warm towards me, so I was doing the same. He wants to be an ignorant dumbass, let him.

I told Salone to meet me in the ammunition supply room when he felt like caring. As I walked back deeper inside the Armory, I hoped I would not have to wait long. Nikole was searching around, packing up stuff into backpacks that we might need. So far, the only thing I needed was bullets. And from what surrounded me as I stepped into the room...I had plenty. This was the first time I had actually gotten to take a good look around. Firearms of every type seemed to decorate the walls. Boxes upon boxes of ammunition were lined up neatly in rows on the floor. It seemed as if the other two did not know their way around guns. I was going to see to it that at least they would have something that could compensate.

Finding what gun was right for each proved to be difficult. There were so many factors to consider. How much ammunition could one hold for each gun? Which was better for dealing with zombies? I figured a shotgun would suffice, but a twelve-guage shell took up so much room in limited space that it was hardly worth it. The M60 I had originally seemed to do quite well, and if I kept it aimed at head level, would probably manage to do even better. Nikole had found her an M4A1 Carbine, a type of assault rifle used by SWAT. At least, what might be left of them anyvays. Salone, on the other hand...

It occured to me that Salone didn't even seem to care about having a weapon. He seemed more cocky and whiney than he did concerned about staying alive. If anything, He would need something that could make up for that. Something small, yet usable. Something that used a normal round as well, as I feared that we might have to turn to raiding shops for supplies.

I found my answer when I spotted a dark, compact veapon, with a long curved clip. I knew what it was before I even saw the serial markings and logo on the side. It was a Heckler and Koch MP5. Nine millimeter. Nine millimeter sucked. But in the MP5's case, nothing sucked if it spit it out fast enough. Perfect for an idiot like Salone.

Shouldering a munitions pack, I began to load it with bullets. I strapped two boxes of 7.62 millimeter for my M60 to the sides. The only thing about a big gun is that it required a big supply of ammunition. It felt a bit heavy, but shouldn't hinder my movements too much. Besides, how much would I have to move to cut down corpses? Not a lot...the rounds for Nikole's M4 were more of a challenge. I had to check each clip I found to make sure that it was 5.56 millimeter. And since each clip only had thirty rounds, it was a bit of a task to make sure she had adequate ammunition.

Tossing a few 9 millimeter clips into my pack and grabbing the MP5, I turned to make my way to the door. Suddenly Nikole skidded to a stop right in the doorway.

"Alex, we might have a problem."

"Vhat is it?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she turned back the way she had skidded and took off. Cursing myself, I took after her. It was hard to run with all this crap on my back, but I kept with her. At the main area where we had been, she stopped. I looked around. Salone was standing in the double doors, his hands on binoculars covering his eyes. I assumed he must have found them lying around...convenient, what the army keeps. I walked over to him, looking to where he seemed pointed. Squinting, I could see what looked like a large speck in the distance. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder. He jumped slightly, but handed me the binoculars after a brief exchange of words. Focusing them, I looked to where he had previously been viewing.

Out in the distance, there was someone...walking. Gah, these binoculars were still blurred. I adjusted them to get a better view. After taking a second look though, I had rather wished I had stayed with the blurred.

It was a man. A tall man...muscular, dark, black skin...and covered in what looked like flesh. Lots of flesh. He wore what looked like was once some sort of dark blue uniform. On his shoulder, four undistinguishable yellow letters shined in the sun. His arm moved, going back behind his head, resting what looked like an assault rifle...M4...on his shoulders. I scanned the area around him, moving off to the left a bit, and then back...wait. Something had moved. I turned back to the left to see a zombie spring from some sort of building. It was lurching towards him, as fast as it could move on legs that still exposed bones, legs that showed the tissue of the muscles as they contracted and slackened. The man saw it. He stopped, turning to face it as it kept coming. Closing...closing...closing...it was nearly on him, what was he doing? He just stood there. He didn't even aim his gun. Shit, the zombie was right on him, no time to-. But as it came, something happened. He moved. And he moved fast. In what seemed like a motion only liquid steel could perform, the man unshouldered his gun, turned it sideways, and rammed the stock into the forehead of the zombie. With a sickening "Slush!" sound that could be heard even from here, the butt of the rifle penetrated the zombie's head, leaving a rotting crevace. The zombie dropped almost instantly. Lowering the binoculars, I turned to Salone.

"Holy Shit."