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| doody | Jun 14 2012, 02:25 AM Post #1 |
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The brightness of the sun shocks Austin as he cautiously opens the door leading to the outside. How could the world still look this way after all that's happened? Austin shrugs, scanning the surrounding area before fulling opening the door. He hoists the backpack farther up onto his shoulder as he walks out to the beat up Ford Focus his Dad used to toy with in his free time. The thought of his Dad still gives Austin pains, no matter how hard he tries to forget. Upon reaching the car, Austin searches the backseat. He hadn't seen his brother since... the outbreak. Austin doesn't know what to call it. Apocalypse sounded a bit too much like the end, and he likes to keep at least a little bit of hope. The same hope he has for the world he has for his older brother. He likes to think his brother is still somewhere out there... he shakes his head. He has business to attend to, he reminds himself. That business, he thinks, his scavenging supplies. He is running low on food, and needs more batteries for the flashlights he found on his last trip out. After finishing the search of the car, Austin slowly gets into the drivers seat and turns on the car. He backs out of the driveway, careful not to make too much noise. As he drives down the street, he eyes the house next-door to his. He still hears noise in there, but doesn't know if it's a person... or an Awakened. He shudders, hoping to gain enough courage to go over there later. As he gets further down the street, however, he notices a pack of about 2-3 of the Awakened. He instantly feels for the .44 Magnum he used to keep in the shoebox under his bed. Feeling the cold steel against his skin reassures Austin, despite his dwindling supply of ammunition. He continues driving, hoping that he won't have to engage in any action on this trip. Hes relieved that they don't follow, and he keeps on his way. He pulls up to his destination suspiciously, looking around to make sure there is nothing fishy going on. Usually the shops around here are all smashed up, but this one looks in pretty good shape, he thinks. He turns the car and grabs his pack, shoving the gun in his waistband. He climbs out of the car, tiptoeing up to the building. This is the bar Dad used to come to, he thinks. He shakes the thought from his head before walking inside. The instant he does, however, he wished he didn't. As he opens the door, three guns are pointed at his face immediately. Austin puts his hands up. Man #1: Jesus, guys, he's just a kid. Lower 'em. The man standing next to the guy who Austin assumes is the leader, however, notices something right away. Man #2: But look at the piece on him! It doesn't matter how old he is! The leader slaps the gun down to the other man's waist. He shoots him a look before turning back to Austin. Leader: Hey, Kid. I'm Jason Alexander. Sorry 'bout that. Who're you? Austin's voice is shaky as he replies. Austin: I-i-i-i-I'm Austin Hedger. The two men have a laugh at Austin's expense as the Woman next to them shakes her head in disgust. She signals for Austin to come to her, and he does. Woman: Those guys are jerks. Hi, sweetie. I'm Theresa. Are you okay? Austin nods, still shaky from the guns. He looks around, making sure that was everyone. Jason tells Theresa to come back and join in the discussion. She sends Austin a look which says sorry before going over to them. They huddle up and talk for a few moments, but Austin can't make anything really out. He kneels to the ground, saying a silent prayer thanking God these weren't the shoot first ask questions later type, before Jason clears his throat. He takes off his cap and runs his hand through his hair before speaking. Jason Alexander: So, um, Austin. We talked it over, and we'll allow you to stay here for a night or two before you have to go. We don't have much supplies, barely enough for us, but you're just a kid... You are alone, right? Austin nods, sending a thankful grimace to the man. Theresa winks at Austin before going behind the counter and cleaning glasses. All is quiet except for a little bit of chatter between Jason and the man. They chit-chat and joke for a few hours before Jason and Theresa head to bed. Austin sits awkwardly at the counter while the man stares at him from across the bar. Man #2: I'm going to be honest. I was out-voted by those two. I didn't and still don't want you here. I don't trust anybody with that big of a gun who is still alive now. I'm keeping my eye on you. The man sips his beer, his fourth this night. Austin isn't intimidated by the drunken man. He knows this is just drunk speak. After a few more hours, and a few more beers, the drunk passed out on the floor next to his booth. Austin sees his chance, and immediately goes and searches through everything. He opens his bag quietly as he opens the drawers, sticking ammunition and batteries into it. This is getting easier, Austin thought, smiling at the scared kid gimmick he had put on. After filling up his bag a little bit more than halfway, Austin moves onto the food and water. He fills the bag up all the way before turning around, leaping a foot in the air when he sees the drunken man only a few feet away from him on his feet. Man #2: I kneeeewwww theree wasz somefun about you boyyyy. The man is clearly drunk out his ass, and Austin smiles. The drunks are always the easiest. Austin reaches into his bag, pulling out a small machete-like knife. He swings it around expertly before lunging at the man, going for his neck. The man may have had time to react sober, but in his drunken state, he was not match for Austin's youth. The knife sliced through his neck about 3 inches deep, dropping him to his knees instantly. The boy finishes him off by sticking the knife through his forehead, gently setting his body down. After pulling the machete out accompanied by a disgusting squishing sound, Austin picks up his bag and heads to the door. Almost forgot, he thinks. He tiptoes back to the dead man. He searches his pockets, pulling out a small amount of ammo and matches. He smiles as he picks up the silver gun, a .357 Magnum, which had been in the mans waistband. Austin smiles and pats his head before dropping it in his bag and heading out the front door. He gets in his car and drives away, headlights off. It'll be a few hours before they wake up, Austin thinks. And all these houses, they won't be smart enough to find mine. He frowns, disgusted by what he did. He knows he had to, though. For the world has changed. He pulls into his driveway as the first glimpse of sunlight peeks out. He climbs out and heads inside, undoing to 6 locks he had put on the door. He re-locks the locks and looks around, making sure there weren't any breaches in security before plopping down on his bed. Austin: Good days work, if I do say so myself. He falls asleep, a half-smile on his face as he does. Edited by doody, Jun 14 2012, 02:27 AM.
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