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ImagineTheStarsThey needed food...Anywhere that the colony held food in this area would be on lock down with more soldiers with machine guns then this district could take. Though he knew one person that had food in the building, No soldiers to stop him, Only him and the owner of the apartment complex. Everyone paid rent to him, and their was only one of him.
Hank knocked on his door. "It's a bad time Hank it better be impotent." Hank held the revolver behind his back. "Food, I need food." The owner just laughed. "HA! You and everyone else buddy! I ain't no charity boy, you should get going before..." He was cut off when the barrel of the revolver got pressed on his nose. "You wouldn't dare." He glared at Hank. "We have no food, no rations, no nothing. I have nothing left to lose if we starve to death. You can hand over the food quietly or I can shoot you and grab what ever I can in a hurry to get out of here."
The owner just stood their for a moment before sighing. "Point taken. Come inside and I'll get you what you need, as long as you don't do the same for anyone else. Last thing I need is more freeloa...I mean more people asking for food." him and Hank walked into the back room where stacks of rations lay, Not like stockpiles the colony holds...But a lot larger then most people had in the Barrier towns.
Hank started to load up his bag when he heard the clicks of an all to familiar sound. "You thought you could steal from me? You really think I wasn't prepared for this day?! I should kill you right now for what you did. Now drop the gun and stand up, facing me."
Hank set down the revolver then stood up facing the owner. He was holding a shotgun to him, It was small though, Sawn-off maybe? Problem was it was aimed at him. "Don't do this, it wont end well for anyone." That seemed to have mad him even more mad. "How are you going to explain the gun?" He just smiled.
"Help help a crazed gunman came into my home trying to steal my rations, I was able to get one of his guns before he shot me with it." He kept smiling. "You are so dead, I am going to take your Fucking head OFF!" he pumped the shotgun but was unable to react fast enough before Hank jumped at him forcing the shotgun to the side, It blasted into the wall leaving a hole. Hank was fighting with pure anger, The owner was fighting with fear, it could be seen in his eyes.
Even though Hank was injured he was still much stronger then the Owner, The gun soon turned to his head. "No no no no Hank?" Hank knew the gun wasn't able to fire, but he used the force the owner was applying to turn the gun around to hit him in the face with the stock. Hank then pumped the shotgun and shot the owner in the face before he could react. Hank grabbed his gun and the rations he could carry and ran out with the shotgun still in hands, No idea how much ammo was in it but if it was more then one it was worth it.
Hank knocked on his door. "It's a bad time Hank it better be impotent." Hank held the revolver behind his back. "Food, I need food." The owner just laughed. "HA! You and everyone else buddy! I ain't no charity boy, you should get going before..." He was cut off when the barrel of the revolver got pressed on his nose. "You wouldn't dare." He glared at Hank. "We have no food, no rations, no nothing. I have nothing left to lose if we starve to death. You can hand over the food quietly or I can shoot you and grab what ever I can in a hurry to get out of here."
The owner just stood their for a moment before sighing. "Point taken. Come inside and I'll get you what you need, as long as you don't do the same for anyone else. Last thing I need is more freeloa...I mean more people asking for food." him and Hank walked into the back room where stacks of rations lay, Not like stockpiles the colony holds...But a lot larger then most people had in the Barrier towns.
Hank started to load up his bag when he heard the clicks of an all to familiar sound. "You thought you could steal from me? You really think I wasn't prepared for this day?! I should kill you right now for what you did. Now drop the gun and stand up, facing me."
Hank set down the revolver then stood up facing the owner. He was holding a shotgun to him, It was small though, Sawn-off maybe? Problem was it was aimed at him. "Don't do this, it wont end well for anyone." That seemed to have mad him even more mad. "How are you going to explain the gun?" He just smiled.
"Help help a crazed gunman came into my home trying to steal my rations, I was able to get one of his guns before he shot me with it." He kept smiling. "You are so dead, I am going to take your Fucking head OFF!" he pumped the shotgun but was unable to react fast enough before Hank jumped at him forcing the shotgun to the side, It blasted into the wall leaving a hole. Hank was fighting with pure anger, The owner was fighting with fear, it could be seen in his eyes.
Even though Hank was injured he was still much stronger then the Owner, The gun soon turned to his head. "No no no no Hank?" Hank knew the gun wasn't able to fire, but he used the force the owner was applying to turn the gun around to hit him in the face with the stock. Hank then pumped the shotgun and shot the owner in the face before he could react. Hank grabbed his gun and the rations he could carry and ran out with the shotgun still in hands, No idea how much ammo was in it but if it was more then one it was worth it.