Snippet #1350706

"What the hell do you mean you have to take my gun!?" Henry Andrews was fuming at an arm guard. "How the hell do you expect the people here to defend themselves when hell breaks loose!?"
Both of the military men just shot him a blank stare. "No firearms arm allowed to civilians." They blocked one of the only entrances from the docks into the city.
Henry glared at the two men. "Civilian? In this war I'm a fucking soldier. I survived New york. NEW YORK! Do you have any idea what happened over there!?It doesn't matter how hard you try, there will be an outbreak! And when it does everyone better have something to kill with. OR else there is going to be a mass infection and there's no stopping it at that point."

The two soldier's expressions did not change. They figured he was another mentally unstable from America who saw too much. "Hand over the gun or no access."

"¡Bien! Usted Marecons, que todos vamos a morir de todas formas y cuando lo hace sólo voy a tomar su arma. No tienes idea de lo que va a suceder, lo que hago. Voy a sobrevivir, mientras que su cadáver putrefacto va loco. Pasar un buen rato en pinchazos infierno!" Henry shouted at them in spanish. His hispanic descent always came out when he was angered. He tossed the small .45 ACP USP Tactical that he had "liberated" from New York City SWAT at the soldier who fumbled to catch it. "I'm a mechanic so I'm keeping my crowbar got it!?"

The Soldiers shrugged and one moved to escort him into the city as the one with his gun moved to a small shack nearby to secure the weapon behind a locked cage. Henry watched the one with his gun, and looked around at the surrounding area. "If you don't mind I'd like to stay near the docks."

His escort turned and shrugged and walked back to his post. Henry stood unmoving for a moment. It was getting dark, he better find a safe place to crash. The dark was your worst nightmare with the infection. He would never chance being outside at night. Taking a grip on the crowbar on his side he walked around searching for a place to stay. A dark memory manifested it self in his consciousness. Wandering through the streets of the city, only days after the outbreak. The streets were empty. Cars littered the sides of the road. He remembered how the city was filled with screams of terror that would echo for miles. He shook his head hard to free himself of the bad memory.

After a few hours of walking the sun set below the horizon and night was setting on the city. Henry was desperate to find shelter. Soon he found a place to his relief. An abandon SUV sat in a small collapsed shack.... he wondered how bad the driver had been. He didn't bother trying to think of useless things. Taking the crowbar from his side and jamming it under the trunk. With a grunt and push of effort he popped the trunk open. He crawled into the black SUV and closed the trunk behind him. It would only be strong enough to repel one person and he would be trapped inside but he was hoping it was out of the way enough that no one would search here in the dead of night. Keeping his senses on high alert he tried to get some sleep.