Sorry. Been on a lazy streak and kinda busy these few weeks. Don't know when i'll continue but i'll do it when i do it. Will let you guys know. Sorry.



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Philip laid on the ground and there was a pool of blood flowing from his lifeless body. Shards of glass were scattered all around him; his eyes rolled back into his skull. Where his right shoulder was, was now replaced with loose flesh and empty space. Apparantly the force had completely blown it right off - bones and all. Mary covered her eyes, she couldn't bear to look. I just stood there, stunned. What the hell just happened? Before I knew it, another shot was fired. I jumped back and Mary screamed and jumped backwards too.'

"Get away from here you monsters," a man said in a hillbilly voice. He cocked his shotgun and was ready to blast us into oblivion. "Wait, don't shoot! We're not one of them. We're normal people." He looked very rugged - unshaved stubble and he sported a moustache. With a red, checked shirt torn at the sleeves and a black shirt underneath. He scanned us from head to toe, and then let out a loud laugh, "Why din' ya say so earlier? Come on in." He was unusually cheerful. We were still in shock. He killed Philip and yet he acted like nothing happened? We cautiously made our way into the store. I kept my eye on his hands just in case he decided to pull something on us while our backs were turned.

"Well, let's git tha hole in tha front door barricad'id. We don't want those monsters finding us here, especially with that body outside." He said in a rather cheerful voice. All the while Mary didn't say anything. She just stood at the doorway. She didn't move an inch. "I don't think it's a good idea if we stayed. We just need to get some weapons and we'll be on our way. We'll pay for them if you want," I said. "Nah, s'okay. Jus' take whut ya need. Munnie'z no good these days, m'iright?" He replied. "Thanks." I looked around. There were many different types of firearms that I didn't know which to choose. "Ah recommend ya take dis fine baby! Real useful if ya wanna survive out dere." He handed me a shotgun. "Dis a Remington eight-seventy. Used by tha police an' military. It's a real keeper." I  inspected it. It looks usable enough. I'll take this then, and two of those hand guns for me and my friend over here. He handed me two Desert Eagles. "These are mark seven eagles. Dun make 'em like these anymo'." I took them and kept them in my backpack first. Not a good idea to hand Mary a gun right now. She could go mad. "I guess we'll get going now. Thanks for these" "Don' mentionit," he replied. Suddenly Mary screamed, "He killed Philip and you're both acting like nothing happened?" We both got a shock. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She looked mad, her eyes burning with anger. Then she lunged for my shotgun and pulled it away. It slipped out of my hands into hers. She pointed it at the shopkeeper and pulled the trigger.