Mike led the group of teens back through his house to the closet which resembled an armory, which was tucked back in the corner of the house, somewhat of a good distance from the living room, and well out of the way.
Putting his 870 aside, Mike reached into the closet and dug out four very large boxes of 9mm handgun ammunition. "You'll get a kick out of this." He said, pulling out a black gun case that the bullets had sat on moments before. " popped open the case, which was considerably larger then it would have been if it was a handgun, and he pulled out what looked like a black mini-rifle.
"Oh, shit son!" Chad exclamied, slinging his M1.
"What is it?" Ashley and Tracy asked in unison.
"Michael, is that an MP5?..." Nick asked, staring at the submachinegun in Mike's huge hands, as he slung his on weapon on his shoulder.
"You bet your ass." Mike said, reaching into the closet yet again to pull out the box of 30 round, slightly curved magazines that went with the small weapon.
"Why would your dad ever have that?" Nick asked, astonished.
"Fuck if I know. He just wanted to be able to use anything he wanted once in a while. There's a range on the army base where he worked, is what he told me."
The Heckler and Koch MP5 submachinegun, is chambered in the common 9mm ammunition. It is an all black design, and has a telescoping stock. It is more accurate then the average submchinegun, and is a favored weapon amoung S.W.A.T. teams and counter-terroism units around the world.
"Jesus, did we score or not?" Chad asked, smiling, as he eyed the black submachinegun.
"Yeah we did." Nick muttered. "We'd better not fuck up now. We've been given' a gift here."
Chad nodded. "Yeah."
"Chad, here's the M1 extras." Mike said, handing Chad the leather pouch with the five extra clips for the M1.
Chad took them. "How the fuck to I attach this to my belt?"
"Mike, would you show him. Hand me the MP5, would you."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Yeah, I got a pretty good idea."
Mike didn't argue, but he did give Nick an "Are you REALLY sure?" kind of look, as he passed Nick the submachine gun to his friend. "Clips are right there, ammo there."
"Thanks." Nick nodded. "Okay, girls. This is an MP5. Please get closer would you?"
The three girls did, Ashley and Tracy were right there and Ali was a bit furthur away.
"Thank you." Nick turned to Mike. "Don't suppose you're dad has any handguns?"
"Only like four of them." Mike scoffed.
"Jesus...Okay, we gotta start somewhere, let's drag those out, and start giving lessons.
"I'm on it," Mike replied as he finished showing Chad how to attach the M1's extra mag pouch onto the left side his belt on his left hip. Chad was now fiddling around with it trying to get comfortable with it on.
Mike then pulled out four smaller gun cases from the closet.
"Alright, Mike, would you please instruct them?", Nick asked.
"Yeah sure, what'll you be doing?"
"Myself and Chad will go and continue watching the news. See if anything changes..." Nick looked at his best friend, "Let's go, man."
"Yeah, okay, man." Chad nodded.
"When do we go get Molly?", Mike asked as Nick was getting ready to turn away. Mike was getting tired of asking this question.
"Soon, Mike. Just trust me, okay.", Nick said, still working on the best way to go about rescuing Mike's girlfreind.
Mike slowly nodded. "Okay..."
Nick carefully laid the MP5 on the floor and out of the way, and retreated from the room, Chad getting up from his knealing position and following.
The four teens that were left in the room where quiet for a moment, before Mike cracked a huge grin, despite his worry for Molly, and picked up the first handgun gun case on the stack of four.
"Okay ladies," Mike said as he cracked the case open, "This is a Colt .45..."
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Chad and Nick settled into the living room, and Chad finally had the oppurtunity to look around a bit. The walls of the room where like all the walls in Mike's house: A very simple pure white. It mixed nicely with the with the carpet, which was a whitish color with a few other colors such as green, grey and dark red. The set of blue couches also looked pretty good, with the walls and carpet. Both Nick and Chad had been to Mike's house before, and Chad was just reminding himself what everything looked like.
But neither Chad nor Nick had much interest in the color of the furnishings at this point in time.
Chad laid his M1 on the ground in front of the single recliner chair, and spun around, swiping the remote up as he went right before he sat down. Nick followed, sitting on the end of the triple couch right next to his best friend. He put the M4 beside him on the couch.
"And God said: 'Let there be the end of the fuckin' world'." Chad muttered as he flipped the T.V. on. Images of the living dead once again flashing on the screen, filling the entire room with a very blunt example of what was going on in the world at that very moment.
Nick didn't respond, he just watched. The pair sat in silence, watching the very shaky handheld footage from a camaraman who was on the roof of a builind, looking down seeing the living dead, civilians running everywhere, and about two dozen armed police officers, all of them firing with sidearms and shotguns at anything that didn't look convincingly human.
"Look at them move." Nick said quietly, transfixed to the screen.
"Yeah, that's fucked up." Chad said.
"Yeah." Nick agreed.
It was nearly ten whole minutes of silence, as the pair watched the same scene, transmitted live from somewhere downtown in the very City that they lived near.
Nick was watching the corner of the screen, where a young woman with long hair was trying to escape from four of the attackers. Trying to outrun them. Trying to make it to the police officers on the one side of the street, where they had set up a perimeter.
She was almost there, when the lead creature that was chasing her, reached out, grabbed her hair, dragged her back, and bit down hard on her neck. Blood spurted everywhere as the woman went down, the other three attackers reaching her as well.
"Nick sat up quickly. "You see that?...Fuck..."
"Oh, fuck...Yeah I fuckin' saw it."
"It grabbed her hair."
"Yeah it fuckin' did."
Nick paused, thinking "The girls are going to have to cut their hair."
Chad nodded, glued to the T.V. screen, "Good call."
Nick was off, thinking of other ways to help prevent these creatures from grabbing you.
"Oh, fuck." He said softly.
With great difficulty, Chad turned from the T.V. to stare at his friend. "What?"
Nick breathed in, "I'm gonna have to make more rules."
"That's your job, man. You're the 'leader'. God that sounds like that stupid 'Lord of the Flies' bullshit. All we need is big-ass seashell..."
Nick let out a small laugh.
Chad stared, "That's not fuckin' funny, man!" C'mon, now..."
"Keep watching, Chad." Nick said, pointing to the screen. "This is the part where we study the enemy. See what they do."
Chad nodded. "Okay, Patton."
"Chad, don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Just shut up and watch the apocylpse."
"Yes, sir."
"Don't do that, either."
Chad sighed, breaking the attempt at a humerous conversation, like the ones they used to have back when things were normal. "So what do you want to do, man?"
"I'm working on it.", Nick replied, not taking his eyes from the T.V..
"Alright.", Chad turned back to the screen to see the people who had just been killed starting to get up. The cycle was neverending. People went down in a pool of blood, only to re-emerge from said pool of blood to create more pools of blood.
It was five minutes, and about a fifty people dying on-screen later, when Nick suddenly reached into on of his many pockets, and retrieved his cell phone.
Chad stared at him inquisitivaly. "What is it?" he asked.
"Checking what time it is."
"Oh...Yeah, what time is it?"
Nick flipped the phone open and stared at The LCD screen with a blank expression. "Oh, fuck."
"What? What the fuck time is it?"
"9:03."
"Jesus."
"Yeah." Nick returned the phone to his pocket, and did a quick estimate. Not an hour and a half earlier, the three boys had been talking in front of the school.
"Longest hour and a half of my life, mate." Chad said, also doing the math.
"Amen, brother."
The pair watched in first person as the camaraman, who was on the roof, spun around with his camara, to see on of the creatures coming right at him. The camara hit the ground and was cut to static, as the station cut back to the newsroom itself, where the anchor looked a little less then 'okay'.
Nick rubbed his eyes with both hands. "C'mon," he said to Chad as he got up from the couch.
"What's up?", Chad asked weakly, somehow tearing his eyes from the T.V.
Nick sighed, "We had better go an get Molly now. It doesn't look like we're gonna win this one." He said, motioning to the T.V. screen. "The longer we wait, the more people become like them. The sooner we get out there and back, the better."
"Alright." Chad said getting up, flipping the T.V. off and grabbing his carbine.
The guys left the room in complete silence again.
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Okay, first off, big thanx to sanchez C. and Figure14, both of whom could be credited as the weapons advisers for this story. Thanx you guys!
Second off, hope you readers aren't getting too bored. This is my story build-up part. I promise action pretty soon.
Third off, Light Knight, chill out, dude! Im getting there...Im a very, very 'slow' writer. It takes time for me to get to the good stuff. Hope you'll be reading!
Fourth off, I still have no spell check ability. Im actually re-reading everything to catch more errors, and I often switch existing chapters with edited ones. This ONLY effects spelling, so don't worry. Much apologies for the grammatical errors that I DID miss...I'm still working on that...
That is all.