AUTHORS NOTE
I apologize in advance for my lack of knowledge in arsenal and for whatever mistakes I make in identifying the types of arsenal and so on.
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"How can you be sure this isn't an elaborate joke?" Chessie sighs and stops to face me.
"If you think it is go back to the hotel. But the fact is, we can only really know if someone is infected in front of us. So until then there's no way to know if it's a joke or not for sure. But unless there's a camera following us, do you really want to take that chance?" I comprehend her words slowly. Then I hurry to where I'm pretty sure the gun shop is, Chessie right behind me. We chose to walk because there's so much traffic. All of the cars are pretty much at a standstill. Apparently we aren't the only ones taking the news seriously. I spot the gun shop and we speed up. There's at least 10 people in the small store, including a cashier and worker. Chessie takes the lead, and when I don't follow, she grabs my elbow and walks over to a gun rack. She grabs an assault rifle, two different pistols, and what I think is a machine gun. Chessie seems to ponder for something for a second before she grabs another, smaller machine gun, and another assault rifle that looks is pretty similar to the other one. Chessie grabs more ammo than she can hold and discreetly shoves it into her bag as the shop gets more crowded. I gasp in surprise and she ignore me. Then she grabs more ammo and repeats the same actions. She does this until the ammo types she was grabbing were off the shelves. I don't say anything. Chessie then moves to the knives. They are all in a display and she seems to calculate which ones she wants and she sneaks the pistols into her bag. She pulls me close to her and whispers in my ear. "Purposely try to block people's view of this case. We don't want anyone to get to it first. If anyone confronts you, act deaf. I hate to say it but I'm counting on you." I gulp as she walks away, probably to find a worker. I slowly nod even though she won't see it. I really hope no one will confront me. There's a chance I might-
"Hey you're blocking the case. Move over." Panic. A man is standing behind me. I don't turn around, but I stand a little taller. "Lady are you deaf?" I don't move a muscle. "I'm gonna have to-" I don't hear the rest.
"Do you have a problem with my friend here?" Out of the corner of my eye I see Chessie with a worker. She looks confident and very, very sassy.
"Yeah she won't move." I still haven't moved. But the guy sounds angry.
"Umm excuse me, but she's clearly deaf." Chessie grabs my arm and pulls me back. "Thanks Mae." I smile for a second then revert back to a blank expression. I'm a little happy she called me Mae and not Miss Popular. And of course not addressing me at all is almost as bad as Miss Popular. The worker grabs the knives Chessie picks out. There's around 10. I don't know how to react to that. When the worker goes to help someone else, she shoves 6 belts with gun and knives holsters in each into her bag. The knives she picked are waiting behind the counter for us.
"Won't this come to a lot?" Chessie shrugs and steps into line, only the revolvers and machine guns in hand. The line is slow, but we eventually get up to the front and the knives are put in their sheeves. I don't see what it comes up to, and Chessie hands the man her credit card and a gun lisense. The stuff is all put into a bag.
"Do you have a restroom here?" The man nods at Chessie and points to the back. Chessie beckons me to follow her and we lock ourselves into the bathroom. I stand awkwardly not knowing what she wants. "Do you have a baggier, bigger shirt to wear?" Chessie gestures to my short tank top. I nod remembering my long flowy tank in my bag. "Well change into it." I hesitate, a little embarrassed. Well turn around and get to it. I'm turning around too." I quickly do as she says and I hear the zipper on her bag. When she's done, she's wearing a big band tee (Death Cab For Cutie), black jeans, and black vans. That's when I notice all her band bracelets. She's also wearing a big backpack that has a galaxy print. Her hair is blue(dark brown eyebrows), with side bangs, and the rest of her curly hair goes to her elbows. Her skin is pale and she has big colorful hazel eyes. I'm wearing a white Lacey tank top that ends mid-thigh and black leggings with very "colorful" bobs. I have straight naturally light blond hair that goes half way down my arms, no bangs. I'm average with tans, and average on weight. Chessie looks a little too skinny but I don't comment. Chessie takes a black belt out and puts it around her waist. She puts a pistol on it and 4 of the knives, they are all roughly the same size. Then she pulls her shirt over the belt to conceal the weapons. Chessie hands me another belt and hands me 2 knives and a pistol. I don't confront her on why I get 2 less than her. Chessie raises her eyebrows at me. I ignore her. She tries to fit everything else in her backpack. She can't. Chessie sighs and grabs my backpack that's on the floor. She puts the smaller machine gun and one of the rifles in. We Don't have much room left for anything else. And we only have a little clothes, weapons and the tiniest bit of food. But I honestly don't think the food and clothes can last long.
"Let's hit up a convenience store." I nod and lead the way out. I hear a window smash. We hurry. When we get outside we see stores being smashed up all around us. The convenience store is just around the corner so I start to run there, hoping everything won't be gone. There are now screams in the distance. Everyone is stealing out of the store and there's no one working. "Grab as many non parishable foods as possible and put them in a basket or something small. Grab water bottles too. I'll get pharmaceuticals." We go our separate directions. I see meshbags and grab a couple. I start loading up. Protein bars, and box foods that you don't need to make are pretty much all I grabbed. Then I remember the water and grab as many as possible out of the refrigerator section. I manage to fit everything in two of the bags, including my backpack. I stuff a couple other bags in my backpack too just in case. I see Chessie near the front of the store and jog over to her. She has a basket full of stuff. I hand her a couple bags and we quickly transfer the supplies. She has lots of medicine, including inhalers which worrys me a little. But then I see candy, soda, and beer. I frown. We quickly run out, carrying two bags each and our backpacks. Mine is a stupid cat one. I like dogs. Not cats. I check to see my locket dangling from my neck. I sigh in relief. Then I shove it in a small pocket of my backpack for safety. When we step out of the store, chaos is everywhere. I see someone stumbling with their arms outstretched. They looks so.... Dead. Then I notice they aren't breathing. There's no rise and fall in their chest. I gag. I stop. Chessie notices and comes back to me.
"You were right." Chessie seems to realize what I'm talking about. Then she cracks a grin.
"Always am." I gawk at her. "Come on. We need to find a safe zone. Then call our family's." I almost take a step back. She has a fricken heart. Just kidding. I knew that when she dragged me around with her. I feel an ache in my chest realizing I forgot all about my family in the rush. Chessie takes out a green iPhone and looks at the news. "Do you know where Kain Hotel is?" I look at her in shock. We passed it on our way to the gun shop.
"Yeah let's go." We start walking there. Then I remember the inhaler. "Wanna take a taxi?" The traffic wasn't getting much better but I didn't want her to tire out. Chessie squints at me.
"You think it's that far away?" I take my chances.
"Yeah." It really isn't. Chessie nods and hails a taxi. One slowly drives up. We climb in and soon come to a discovery. There's already someone sitting back here.
"Hey there." I stare at the cute guy sitting next to Chessie.
"Hiya." Chessie says confidently.
"Hi." I mumble.
"Going to Kain Hotel?"
"Yup." Chessie pops the p.
"Good cause that's where we are going." I turn to my window. I assume "we" is the taxi driver who looks remarkably like the guy back here with us. Probably father and son. The boy has light brown hair with even lighter streaks and bright blue eyes. He looks much taller than me, maybe 6'0. I think Chessie is around 5'5. I'm 5'6. We all look around the same age. I'm 15, and Chessie must be too to be in the same week as me for this summer camp. The boy is a little pale, but not even close to Chessie's level of paleness. They continue chatting as I pretty much creep on them.
"I'm Chessie, and this is Mae. We are both 15." Why she put our age in that, I don't know.
"I'm Jesse and that's my pap, Percy. I'm 15 too, and a lady never reveals his age." We all chuckle as Percy shoots a pretend glare at his son. Too soon we get to the hotel. As we walk in I realize I forgot about the "infected" in town. They obviously need a new name if they are dead. So zombies it is.