New gun who this?

[Erik POV]

As we kept moving down the road, the sun was now fully up in the sky.

'Huh, I forgot it was early morning.' I thought as we walked down the road avoiding large clusters of biters and taking out any stragglers or small groups we could.

"So, where exactly are you taking us, Erik?" Lukas asked as he walked up to my side staying in step with me, our dad a few steps behind us.

"Considering our only means of defending ourselves right now are just machetes and the two pistols we have, I figured if we were going to leave the city as I planned, we not only would need a vehicle which we could get at the place we're going, but we also would need more firepower," I said with a grin thinking about the 2010 Ford F-150 sitting in the garage that would surely be a great vehicle for the moment.

"And to answer your question about where we're heading to Old man Steven's place, rest his soul, he has a nice all-black F-150 in the garage, and knowing him, we'll have our pick on the multiple guns he no doubt has along with ammunition," I explained as I dodged on oncoming biter and slammed my machete into its head.

"While that sounds all good and well, how are we supposed to get into his house, along with getting the truck started?" Lukas asked

"Easy, I know where he keeps his spare key, it's under the welcome mat." I shrug with a smile at my brother's deadpan look at the simplicity of the whole situation.

. . . .

After around another 15 minutes, we finally reached Old Man Stevens' house, thankfully there were only a few biters around the area so it didn't take long before we were in the clear to head in, I grabbed the key from under the mat and unlocked the door.

When we went into the house, I said a quick thank you to any higher power listening that there weren't any biters, plus I was thankful that he didn't have anyone else living in the home.

"Alright, the first order of business is to locate the firearms he keeps in his basement, hopefully, the safe is open but if not we might be lucky enough to find the combination on a sticky note or something.

Heading down to the basement, the light was off since there wasn't anyone to operate the electric grid for quite some time now, so, I simply turned on my flashlight followed by Lukas' flashlight and we searched down in the basement for where the safe was.

Although I had been to his house multiple times, we usually just met up and left immediately to go to the range when he was teaching me so I had never actually seen most of the place, just the entrance area really.

After searching through what felt like the entire basement, Lukas called out to me saying he found the safe.

Going over to my brother, I shined my flashlight where he was pointing his, and sure enough, there stood a rather large gun safe, that oddly enough was already opened, I dismissed the open door pretty quickly after remembering that the old man had his favorite shotgun with him when I saw the poor bastard already turned into a biter.

Quickly opening the door some more to get a better look, what we saw was kind of underwhelming, all there was in the safe was a few more pistols, a couple of shotguns, and hunting rifles, but the crown jewel was definitely the lightly customized AR-15, the very same one he would teach me how to shoot with.

(Picture of the gun --->)

"Woah, this thing looks awesome!" Lukas said with some wonder in his voice as he went to grab the rifle, only to be swatted by me as he had no idea how to properly hold one of these, and knowing his dumbass he would probably shoot himself in the foot or something.

Mumbling something under his breath about me being a buzzkill, he withdrew his hand as I grabbed the Ar-15 and pointed it toward the ground, checking the red dot to see if it still worked which it thankfully did.

Even if the sight lost its charge from the batteries in it, old man Stevens had put a small red sticker to act as the dot on it because he said he was too lazy to change the batteries, that task being something I had done when I first started learning because the sticker annoyed me.

As we loaded a couple of shotguns, pistols, and the two hunting rifles into the duffle bag we brought for this very reason, I heard my dad yell from the top of the stairs saying he found the truck keys.

Despite my worries, I let Lukas have one of the Glock-17's and I gave him a couple of magazines to go with it, but I still cautioned him on keeping the safety on when he wasn't using it.

Making my way to the ammo table, I grabbed the extra magazines and boxes of ammo, numbering in total, four 40-round mags for the AR-15, a dozen mags for the various glocks we got, and about a couple hundred rounds of 5.56 and 300 or so rounds of 9mm.

As I was finishing up with the ammo, I saw a display case with an old Colt 1911 that looked to be a memorial case from Old man Steven's time in the military during WW2.

(Picture of the pistol --->)

Deciding to keep it as a memento of the old man, I took the pistol out of the case and loaded the 7-round mag, finding an extra two mags and two boxes of 50 .45 rounds each.

all together, the bag with the ammo alone weighed roughly 15-20 pounds or so which wasn't too bad for me, Lukas on the other hand had to carry the bag with the guns which were slightly heavier.

I strapped the 1911's holster to my left hip, putting the Glock holster on my right since I was left-hand dominant, making the 1911 my new primary sidearm.

With that out of the way and the AR-15 slung around my shoulder, Lukas and I went back upstairs, finding my dad at the kitchen table waiting for us.

We soon headed into the garage after having a couple of snacks from the non-perishables we found in the cabinets, entering the garage we were met with the sight of the beautiful all-black Ford F-150, a nice large truck that in theory could even run down multiple biters which would come in handy, if possible however in the future I would like to kit it out with sheet metal or something that we found on the road.

After loading all of our bags into the truck, Dad went to go open the garage door using the wall remote, only for it to not budge a single inch.

'The automatic track must be broken or something.' I thought as I got out of the truck to go check out the garage door opener on the wall, and sure enough, it wasn't working at all.

"Fuck, well, the only other way to open the damn door is to pry the garage door open from the outside using the handle, for some odd reason it won't manually open from the inside, I remember the old man ranting to me about that not too long before the world ended," I explained to my dad and brother

"Well, since there's no helping it, Lukas, come on, you, dad, I all need to head out, two of us will try to open this damn thing while the last keeps watch for any biters," I instructed and he nodded his head.

heading outside, we were met with the unpleasant sight of a decently large collective of biters roaming around, thankfully they seemed to be too far away to notice us but we still needed to hurry this up so we could get out here just in case.

"You two try and open the garage door, I'll keep watch and take out any stragglers that get too close," Dad said while unsheathing his machete and pulling out a combat knife that I guess he got from the bunker before everything went to shit.

Nodding, I motioned for Lukas to help me get this door open and we quickly got down and tried our best to pull it up and open, which, after multiple attempts, we finally managed to do, however, with the door opening came lots of sounds that seemed to echo throughout the eerily quiet neighborhood, effectively alerting the small horde just down the road.

"Shit, come on we need to move," I said as we went to go back into the garage this time through the large opening, only for a group of four biters to round the corner from the side yard and get right up on us.

"What the hell this place was clear!" I yelled in frustration after pushing one off and plunging my machete into its head, the second one to my right being dispatched in a similar fashion by Lukas.

Right after taking out the biter in front of him, Lukas went to pull his machete out only for it to get stuck in the biter's skull, thus letting the third one get close enough to try and take a chunk out of him.

Just as he was about to get bit I went to help only to be bogged down by another biter that came right behind the four previously, having to kill this biter or else I would also get bit, I could only watch in horror as the biter lunged at Lukas, only to be intercepted by Dad as he threw his body in front of Lukas and the biter, who promptly bit down into Dad's shoulder, giving way to a painful scream.

"No!" I roared as I smashed the biter's head with my machete, quickly pulling it out and moving toward the biter who was still latched on to my dad and swinging my weapon into its head, immobilizing and killing it instantly.

Before I could check up on my dad, the horde of biters down the street were getting closer and closer, now within a couple of dozen yards.

"We, urgh, we need to go!" Dad yelled through the pain as Lukas was stunned in place by not only the fact he almost was bitten by also by Dad jumping in taking the bite for him, and losing a lot of blood in the process.

Grabbing my paralyzed brother and running, Dad hobbled his way with me as we climbed into the truck, I quickly turned the keys in the ignition and slammed the gas, plowing through a couple of biters as I left the driveway.

"Lukas, cover Dad's wound, put some pressure on it!" I exclaimed ordering Lukas to get a shirt from the bag and help keep Dad alive for as long as possible.

"I-Im trying! the blood won't stop coming!" Lukas frantically yelled as he tried to cover the wound and stop the river of blood coming out

The whole time as I was driving through the city dodging crashed cars, biters, and even a couple of survivors, Dad was in and out of consciousness, not being able to let out much more than a groan of pain.

As I drove, I decided to go north first to Round Rock, hopefully, there would be fewer biters since there was only about a tenth of the population.

During the drive, I kept checking in on Dad and Lukas, who was still trying his damndest to keep Dad alive.

Finally arriving in Round Rock, I noticed that while there were fewer biters, there was still a crazy amount roaming around.

Pulling into a motel lot, I looked around and thankfully we found a good spot that didn't have very many biters around us.

Just as I pulled in I looked over toward Lukas and Dad, only to see tears start to fall from Lukas' eyes.

'I see.' I thought sadly, resigning myself to what I was about to have to do.