Author Topic: The Eye of the Storm [Now without a CS:S joke.]  (Read 15413 times)


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"What. Get out." I say before pushing him back out.
I walk back in.
"Stop. Pushing me. Out."

"Go away." I say as I pull out my baseball bat. "I need the food more than you."

"We've all been stuck in this goddamn storm for months now. Usually the ones I can get to are taken. Now let me eat, dammit."

I poke the middle of his chest with my bat. "Be a shame of that got beaten inside out with a metal bat."

Seemed as though the kid had moved on to the guy living next to me. Better him than me, I guess.

"Gimme all of the meat you have, or I'll bash your head in..." I said to him before slowly pushing him outside with my bat.

I was debating whether to step in or not. I quickly opened my desk to see if I still had that BB pistol my dad got me. There it was, matte black, just as I remembered. Compact, nice and light. Never really used it. Still, it might come in handy, so I pocketed it.

I began searching the area, looking for meat, preferably chicken.

Inside the broken down airplane I find one emergency backpack with most of the useful stuff like some water, canned food, a swiss army knife, and some water flavors. I dump everything from the purse into the emergency backpack and drop it. the plane was filling up fast with dust from large cracks on the sides.
as I took my final breath, and looked at the map, I spotted where I should go next.
The market.

I stumble into a building after epicly failing at walking into the storm. "I reeally need to develop a new strategy." I look around, looks like some kind of market. I begin to search for whatever food I could find.

I locate a ration of chicken, cheer on the inside, and begin to stuff my face with that and other meat rations I find, such as beef and steak.

At this point I couldn't tell if the raider was eating chicken or the tenant.

"Well, since im at the market, might as well search for some food."
*searches*
"Of course its all gone."
"Must have been forgetin' ransacked days ago"
I yell again; "Hey! Is anyone here! I got some food!"

Hoping they aren't raiders, I inhale largely and exhale deeply and wipe my eyes, hoping for someone to partner with.

I finish stuffing my face, belch, and exit, pushing the kid aside on my way out. "Thanks for the food." I say without looking back.