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I Told You So.
The explosion reverberated off the walls of the tiny pharmacy. We felt the windows shake, the ground under our feet vibrated, our ears buzzed with that after "fuck you" sound. Almost simultaneously we both said, "man that was fucking cool." The screams of some of the recipients of this little surprise were the only thing to break the reverie. We were on a simple supply run. As America slowly ground into shit, we had taken in several members to our group. Some of these folks required medicine we simply did not have.
The small shopping center had a pharmacy and there were several other abandoned stores we figured we could hit. It was just out of the way enough to allow us to get in and out rather quickly. It was fashioned in a T shaped manner. Shops on both sides created a corridor and sprawl of other shops along the top of the T completed the plaza. Fredrick's pharmacy was our only point of interest. As I broke in, Juice kept watch, another figure, was doing the same at a convenience store on the left-hand side of the T.
By the way, this figure moved and the obvious attempt to mask identity, we both knew it was a female. Why she was out scavenging by herself was a mystery. I told juice to scan to make sure she was in fact alone. She carried a long rifle and had a wicked large handgun on her, as well as an oversized pack, that looked fairly empty. We both assumed that is why she was in the convenience store. There may still be food to stuff into that pack in there.
Our mission was medication, we had food. Leaving the female to her devices, I quickly opened up my pack and began shoving only pills and ointments into my bag. Post collapse, you will want to avoid any liquid medication. By the time you get to it, it will likely be bad. Almost finished with our haul, Juice interrupts me and says, "contact!" This was wholly unexpected. I froze for a moment. Not stopping what I'm doing, I tell Juice, "report." His reply came back almost machine-like, "I count twelve men, unformed, in the open, one long gun, two pistol grip AKs, zero body armor, one shotgun, the rest are toting ARs, no overwatch, no stragglers, walking right up our entry."
Processing all of this, I begin to formulate the plan. The fact of the matter was, we had not been in real contact for some while. If I'm honest, I was fairly excited about this little encounter. I tell Juice, "this looks like an audible 22 situation, you with me killer?" Juice smiles at me and says "you fucking bet sir!" Annoyed, I reply back, "stop doing that shit, were both knuckledraggers." Juice gave me his signature fuck you laugh. The fact of the matter was, I was the planner. Simple knowing of our roles is what keeps a unit, even if it's two men, alive. I watched as Juice began checking and setting up his AR10 and pulling a smoke grenade from his pack.
Still grabbing the medication our group needed, I asked Juice, "are they in the trap?" Juice replied, "they are edging closer but they are not in it fully. We may have to talk them into it." I kind of chuckled at this. That was a high hope. If these guys had any sense, there would be very little talking. They had the numbers. The roles being reversed, I'd just light us up and rush the pharmacy. I'm assuming they must have watched us approach. I based that assumption on the fact that they were not approaching us in any sort of tactical fashion. They knew we were only playing duo.
With a bulk of their force in our little surprise zone, we heard a chain smokers voice on a bullhorn speak to us, "hey you two idiots in the pharmacy, why don't you just come on out. We have no beef with you unlucky bastards, we only want the female we've been tracking. Do yourselves a favor and don't be heroes and we will be on our way. We will even let you keep those meds you've been grabbing." Juice and I were not idiots and we were not cowards either. These men had no idea who they were dealing with.
Looking at Juice, I gave a jack-off motion and said, "time to talk to the locals." Approaching the front of the store, I swung the door open. Using as much of the door-frame for cover, I yelled back, "we don't want any trouble, and the female is with us, why don't you folks just move along and none of us will have a bad day." This reply elicited a hardy bunch of laughs from the group in front of us. Their leader yelled back, "how about fuck you dickhead! Seeing as your stupid as fuck, we will give you two minutes, before we come and kill you and your friend and take what's ours."
Since America had fallen, there was a class of men, with nobody to stop them from doing whatever the hell they wanted. If we cowered to these men, that female would be fucked, quite literally fucked. Juice and I were not about to let her fall into the hands of these animals. Juice nodded at me indicating he was ready to execute. Both of us were veterans at taking life. He saw the demon in my eye and I saw it in him. He said, "let's turn up the radio on these idiots."
With that, I popped back out of cover and yelled back, "ok… ok… were done acting tough, you can have the girl, we just want to live." This brought some whoops from the opposing force. Watching these idiots, my blood boiled. I yelled one more time, "just one more thing before we come out, can we sing for you?" Juice and I had designated action words. As soon as he heard "sing" two big booms from his AR-10 rang out. His targets we're the preplaced satchels of homemade C4 we had made. The bags had all sorts of nasty shit in them. The roar from the detonation was terrifying and both cool as fuck.
Simultaneously we popped smoke in front of the store to mask our exit. Through the commotion, we heard rounds being released from the roof of the convenience store. Whoever this girl was, she was plucking shots off with accuracy. We saw some of the hobblers fall to the floor even as we were closing with them. Juice and I were both behind our guns cleaning up the remaining standing and one who tried to run back the way they came. This little massacre was all of three minutes maybe. Clearing the area, Juice said to me, "looks like rooftop barbie got more kills than us, I bet she is going to be hot as fuck." I laughed at this and said, "what does it matter to you, your married fucker."
Completing our sweep, up strolls the masked figure with a pack of food, a thirty-odd six, and a handgun that looked like she could kill an elephant with. Pulling off her mask, long brown hair fell like rain from the sky to her shoulders. The most piercing hazel eyes and a smile that would make the devil cry greeted us. She said, "you boys didn't kill all those guys to keep me for yourselves now did you?" We could tell she was joking, but her pop star looks, and the deadly action she just took with that rifle had us speechless. Finally, Juice said something, "see man, I told you so!"
© Rising Darkstar
The small shopping center had a pharmacy and there were several other abandoned stores we figured we could hit. It was just out of the way enough to allow us to get in and out rather quickly. It was fashioned in a T shaped manner. Shops on both sides created a corridor and sprawl of other shops along the top of the T completed the plaza. Fredrick's pharmacy was our only point of interest. As I broke in, Juice kept watch, another figure, was doing the same at a convenience store on the left-hand side of the T.
By the way, this figure moved and the obvious attempt to mask identity, we both knew it was a female. Why she was out scavenging by herself was a mystery. I told juice to scan to make sure she was in fact alone. She carried a long rifle and had a wicked large handgun on her, as well as an oversized pack, that looked fairly empty. We both assumed that is why she was in the convenience store. There may still be food to stuff into that pack in there.
Our mission was medication, we had food. Leaving the female to her devices, I quickly opened up my pack and began shoving only pills and ointments into my bag. Post collapse, you will want to avoid any liquid medication. By the time you get to it, it will likely be bad. Almost finished with our haul, Juice interrupts me and says, "contact!" This was wholly unexpected. I froze for a moment. Not stopping what I'm doing, I tell Juice, "report." His reply came back almost machine-like, "I count twelve men, unformed, in the open, one long gun, two pistol grip AKs, zero body armor, one shotgun, the rest are toting ARs, no overwatch, no stragglers, walking right up our entry."
Processing all of this, I begin to formulate the plan. The fact of the matter was, we had not been in real contact for some while. If I'm honest, I was fairly excited about this little encounter. I tell Juice, "this looks like an audible 22 situation, you with me killer?" Juice smiles at me and says "you fucking bet sir!" Annoyed, I reply back, "stop doing that shit, were both knuckledraggers." Juice gave me his signature fuck you laugh. The fact of the matter was, I was the planner. Simple knowing of our roles is what keeps a unit, even if it's two men, alive. I watched as Juice began checking and setting up his AR10 and pulling a smoke grenade from his pack.
Still grabbing the medication our group needed, I asked Juice, "are they in the trap?" Juice replied, "they are edging closer but they are not in it fully. We may have to talk them into it." I kind of chuckled at this. That was a high hope. If these guys had any sense, there would be very little talking. They had the numbers. The roles being reversed, I'd just light us up and rush the pharmacy. I'm assuming they must have watched us approach. I based that assumption on the fact that they were not approaching us in any sort of tactical fashion. They knew we were only playing duo.
With a bulk of their force in our little surprise zone, we heard a chain smokers voice on a bullhorn speak to us, "hey you two idiots in the pharmacy, why don't you just come on out. We have no beef with you unlucky bastards, we only want the female we've been tracking. Do yourselves a favor and don't be heroes and we will be on our way. We will even let you keep those meds you've been grabbing." Juice and I were not idiots and we were not cowards either. These men had no idea who they were dealing with.
Looking at Juice, I gave a jack-off motion and said, "time to talk to the locals." Approaching the front of the store, I swung the door open. Using as much of the door-frame for cover, I yelled back, "we don't want any trouble, and the female is with us, why don't you folks just move along and none of us will have a bad day." This reply elicited a hardy bunch of laughs from the group in front of us. Their leader yelled back, "how about fuck you dickhead! Seeing as your stupid as fuck, we will give you two minutes, before we come and kill you and your friend and take what's ours."
Since America had fallen, there was a class of men, with nobody to stop them from doing whatever the hell they wanted. If we cowered to these men, that female would be fucked, quite literally fucked. Juice and I were not about to let her fall into the hands of these animals. Juice nodded at me indicating he was ready to execute. Both of us were veterans at taking life. He saw the demon in my eye and I saw it in him. He said, "let's turn up the radio on these idiots."
With that, I popped back out of cover and yelled back, "ok… ok… were done acting tough, you can have the girl, we just want to live." This brought some whoops from the opposing force. Watching these idiots, my blood boiled. I yelled one more time, "just one more thing before we come out, can we sing for you?" Juice and I had designated action words. As soon as he heard "sing" two big booms from his AR-10 rang out. His targets we're the preplaced satchels of homemade C4 we had made. The bags had all sorts of nasty shit in them. The roar from the detonation was terrifying and both cool as fuck.
Simultaneously we popped smoke in front of the store to mask our exit. Through the commotion, we heard rounds being released from the roof of the convenience store. Whoever this girl was, she was plucking shots off with accuracy. We saw some of the hobblers fall to the floor even as we were closing with them. Juice and I were both behind our guns cleaning up the remaining standing and one who tried to run back the way they came. This little massacre was all of three minutes maybe. Clearing the area, Juice said to me, "looks like rooftop barbie got more kills than us, I bet she is going to be hot as fuck." I laughed at this and said, "what does it matter to you, your married fucker."
Completing our sweep, up strolls the masked figure with a pack of food, a thirty-odd six, and a handgun that looked like she could kill an elephant with. Pulling off her mask, long brown hair fell like rain from the sky to her shoulders. The most piercing hazel eyes and a smile that would make the devil cry greeted us. She said, "you boys didn't kill all those guys to keep me for yourselves now did you?" We could tell she was joking, but her pop star looks, and the deadly action she just took with that rifle had us speechless. Finally, Juice said something, "see man, I told you so!"
© Rising Darkstar
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