With a M14 slung on my back I carefully walked into a seemingly deserted town, but on the end of the road I spotted 2 guys, their faces grim, their weapons drawn. I ducked for cover and it was just in time, a hail of bullets shattered the glass windows behind me. Quickly I ran into the building, I grabbed my rifle and stormed upstairs. Outside I saw a glimpse of one of those guys running into a barn but damnit, I couldn't see the second one. Then I saw it, I aimed through my sights and I saw it again, a barrel of a gun popping out just from behind a shack close to the road. Without much thought I shot, again and again. He stumbled away from the shack but collapsed on the doorstep of the town hall. I moved windows, again I was lucky, a split second later the wall I was used as cover was shattered with machine gun fire, and it didn't stop until nothing was left of the large bedroom, quickly I crawled with all my strength to the stairway and tumbled down to the floor.
That scumbag is going to die, nobody will miss him, he and his friend were probably those drug addicts they talked about at the military site. Mindful of his capabilities I decided to take my time and move slowly, he will eventually charge out and then I'll kill him, he must be so full of drugs that he will freak out, I'm sure of it. Two long hours passed, I had positioned myself in a dark shed just on the right hand side of the town, I got there using the houses as cover and very carefully crawled through the tall grass into the shed. It had a clear view of the red house I last saw him go into and I had observed it since. I was sure that he didn't leave the building but no matter how hard I tried to resist my fear, it grew bigger. Nobody at the windows, the door wide open. What if he got out, did he run, or has he seen me and didn't fire, is he closing in on me? I got to move, fast, if I stay in this shed and he knows where I am he will kill me here.
I ran, along the fences, along the houses leading up to the big red house constantly looking behind me, I stopped at a long wall, the gate to the house next to me. I checked the road one more time very carefully, still nothing. Here it goes then, better then being eaten by the Zeds anyway, ey? I got the grenade out of my vest which the young Leutnant gave me at the military site, told me to use it for the 'quick and guaranteed' way out. Well, I guess that applies to that sorry lad up there as well. I pulled the pin, then I ran, I charged up the doorstep of the house and hurled the grenade through a window upstairs. I grabbed my rifle and ran into the kitchen. With an incredibly loud bang grenade went off, making the crystal chandelier come crashing down from the ceiling. And then nothing, complete silence. I slowly moved towards the stairs carefully avoiding stepping on the glass. But then I heard it, loud coughing and stumbling, he was alive! The moment I reached the top of the stairs he came smashing through the door, his face covered in blood and his cloths shred and teared. His hands empty. I had my finger pressed tight around the trigger, waiting for that one sudden move. He yelled "Friend!" " Friend I am friend don't shoot' , he became desperate and he started crying and yelled " You scared us, it was a mistake, it was mistake!". I didn't answer but the voices in my head went crazy, why the hell did he shoot me first, why the hell am I here in the first place, I never wanted to kill any survivors , it's because of yourself you are here at gunpoint! He would have killed me if he had the chance, now I have the opportunity. Then everything happened very fast, he started to make a move with his hand to the back of his pants and before he even reached it I had fired my gun countless times, then my weapon stopped firing, out of rounds. I lowered my smoking barrel and there he lay, his eyes wide open staring into the same void so many people had become.