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Location is East of Coulee City Route 2 / Abandoned gas station The Beginning of the End. . .
”Get off me you damn mutt!”
The man screamed in pain as the snout of razor sharp teeth gripped his arm sinking deep into his skin like razor blades, with a strong tug the man hit the ground hard bashing his head against the hardwood flooring on the Antique Shop. Stars played across his eye's, a subtle blackness clouded his vision for a couple moments, his hearing was muffled but in the background he could hear a voice with a light Russian accent speak from somewhere around him.
”Nikita heel!”
The man felt the pressure release from his arm, his senses were mottled for a couple more moments until a blurred out line of a man came into view. He was an older man, his hair was in transition from light brown to salt and pepper, his beard was finely kept, however his eye's were like cold steel and emotionless as they bore into his eye's. The man quickly reached down for the gun in his pants, but he suddenly felt a hand grab his own, he struggled but it was useless the old man in front of him was way stronger then he seemed to be appear, his grip tight like an eagles claw. The mans sight came back fully to see the person in front of him, even from the ground the old man was at least over 6 feet tall, he was a large man even with age the muscle were apparent beneath the black clothing he wore. Feeling a tug from his pants the man on the floor felt the 9mm slip from his belt and soon he heard the subtle click of the hammer being pulled back.
Vassily was silent as he pointed the gun at the would be robber whom had broken into his shop, outside he could hear hell erupting in the streets, the screaming had started hours ago, something was happening but he knew not what it was. But the old Russian knew better then most that when chaos erupted the looters would not be far behind to take what they may, so it was easy to prepare for the would be thieves who would target his shop. Vassily moved the gun in a get the hell up motion to the man on the ground, slowly the thief made his way to his feet, blood was streaming from an open wound on his arm. Nikita stood nearby like a predator waiting for the kill, her eye's trained on the man, ears moving, listening, waiting, and quite alert.
”You chose the wrong shop to rob boy, seeming hell is erupting outside this puts me at a quandary as to what I should do with you. I do not believe the cops will be coming anytime soon, I am no stranger to disruption of the ordered system. When chaos takes hold the first thing to go is the Law, and after that the system fails. So I could just shoot you and no one would be any the wiser, or I just could just let you go, tell me what are your thoughts?”
The would be thief's eye's were wide as he looked back and forth between Vassily and Nikita, it was obvious the fear was setting in. There was two things that would happen from this point on, either panic would set in fully and the man would become irrational and try to attack Vassily or he would run the hell out of the store. The question is which one was this man going to do? Vassily watched silently as the thief looked back towards the door to the shop, the screaming outside was growing louder, sweat began to pour down the mans head, turning his attention on Vassily the man spoke clearly panicked.
”Listen man... hells breaking loose out there! People are attacking each other in the streets, bloody tearing each other open like rabid dogs! I can't go out there without my piece, it would be suicide! I fucked up coming in here, but I needed weapons! An anyone who knows anything knows you have a lot of weapons stashed around here! I won't be the only one coming here man, the gang bangers know about it too!”
Vassily listened silently to the man, he was speaking sense if nothing else at this point, Vassily was considering what he was saying when the lights in the shop suddenly cut out cloaking the store in shadows. The would be thief turned his head towards the doors just in time to see three men bust into the shop wearing ski masks, their guns were out, before he could say a word a bullet tore through the mans head killing him instantly, his brain matter sprayed against the nearby counter.
”Find the guns! If you find that old bastard, kill him!”
The two men nodded their consent to the man barking orders, the shop was empty, void of life aside from the body on the floor. Aside from the screams outside a sudden thump on the floor drew the attention of the three men who busted into the shop, before any of them could even react there was a flash of blinding light, the flash bang blinded all three men instantaneously before gunfire erupted from inside the shop. The bullet tore through the first mans chest like a hot knife through butter, falling backwards hit smashed a glass shelf dead before he hit the floor, glass shattered everywhere.
Nikita, attack! Kill!”
Nikita flew from the back room like a bullet, she flew forward and jumped the second man, her full weight knocked him backwards as she wrapped her fangs around the mans throat. With a blood garbled scream the man smashed into the floor as Nikita ripped at his throat, the last man regaining his site quickly pulled his gun on the dog intent to kill her when a hand grabbed his wrist, with a crack his hand was broken, bent sideways like an out of place nose. The man had no chance to scream before Vassily's hand wrapped his throat, in one strong movement the mans neck snapped loudly, falling to the floor with a loud thump the man took a few gasps of precious air before succumbing to silence. The entire attack had lasted a mere minute, but the men were dead as Vassily called off Nikita. Looking at the mess on the floor, it was obvious to him now that it was time to leave. Whatever was going on outside did not seem like it was going to end anytime soon. Vassily sighed heavily as he sat down against the counter behind him, Nikita came to his side silently, reaching out his hand he petted her softly between the ears speaking quietly more to himself then anything else:
”Well this is turning out to be a great retirement...”
Present Day. . .
The younger girl nodded to Vassily whom walked out of the gas stations letting the door close behind him, walking to a black motorcycle, he climbed on silently as Nikita hopped into the side car with him. Picking up the black helmet he placed it over his head securing the strap turning sideways to see an infected making its way across the open field in front of him. Pulled the rifle down into his hands he put the scope his sunglasses and slowly pulled the trigger holding his breath as a shot rang out, the infected head exploded with a chorus of blood before falling to the ground. Behind Vassily a chorus of another kind started as male screams echoed out of the gas station. With a kick of the pedal the motorcycle roared to life, kicking off from the stand Vassily speed forward and left the gas station behind heading back to route 2 towards Coulee.
