a shit world

Heading down the road in the pitch black with only my headlights guiding the way probably wasn't the best idea but whatever.

I was drop dead tired so I turned on the radio surfing through the stations until I found a few Russian stations before a man with a raspy Jamaican voice whispered.

"The Russians have us held in a gas station on the main road out the city, there's ten in total." Before he could say more the sound of Russian soldiers yelling then the sound of them beating the man.

They beat him to death, I could hear a couple people screaming screaming before the radio cut to silence.

My blood boiled as I sped up fortunately I knew where the gas station was so I went 70mph so I could there before anyone else died.

After 15 minutes or so I made it to the gas station, I stoped a minute down the road so I could keep the advantage of surprise.

This gas station was surrounded by trees, so they could only see a couple hundred feet.

I parked in a ditch so it wasn't to obvious.

Getting out I locked the door from the inside to stay quite, that's when I heard voices and approaching with the sound of leaves and twigs crumpling.

I quickly hid in a bush next to the truck staying still as possible. After a moment or so I seen two men approaching, one a giant of a man standing at 6,7 and the other being short 5,6 and muscular.

My heart beat faster, I was scared to kill these trained professionals but I took a deep breath calming myself.

Looking around I seen a stump sticking out the ground a couple inches, being as round as a soft ball.

The giant stepped over me as he did I grabbed his leg getting him to fall face first into the stump.

As the other guy looked over the bush he was about to laugh, before he could a screwdriver was stabbed through the side of his head.

I tuned around with Glock in hand pointing at the gaints head. The fall stunned him for a moment so my gun was pointed at his face before he even turned.

As he did look towards me he smiled, a kind kinda smile that made me waver for a moment before I pulled the trigger.

His face hit the dirt, his face still stuck in a smile. I shook off my unease as I ran into the woods finding another hiding spot.

After 20 or so feet I dived into a bush, as I landed the sound of 6 men crunching leaves was heard.

I laid in wait for them to pass before slowly getting up as they moved so they would mask my sound.

They all walked side by side slowly spitting up as they went deeper. I shook my bush I was in getting one to turn around really fast looking around like a crazy person.

He walked closer to the bush getting me to aim my Glock at his head, pulling the trigger.

He fell like a wet sack of potatoes, as he hit the ground I was already on him taking his MP5 and his three spare mags. They fit snuggly in my poutch.

Just like I planned they all came running back to the gun shot. I laid down next to the body waiting, they all came back at the same time getting me to grit my teeth.

Suddenly a smile crept onto my face as a idea came to mind. I waited til they all came close acting I do was dead, my finger stayed on the trigger however.

When they came to examine the bodies they flipped me I've fist, I held that trigger as hard as I could as I swung it back and forth til it clicked.

I dropped the gun grabbing the Glock and hurrying to my feet to finsh them off. That's when I noticed I already killed them, a unexpected feeling of guilt washed over me but I choked it down taking their ammo.

I was only able to hold 6 plus the one in the gun so it was better then I hoped. I made sure to stay quiet as I approached the gas station.

If I remember right, theirs 10 total and I just took out 8 of them so just 2 left then.

I charge around the building to the back door seeing a scared man in riot gear that was painted red, holding a pistol.

I didn't hesitate I held the trigger for a second getting a burst of 5 to remove the man's head. I kept running back around to the front seeing the man was eating at one of the tables.

I broke the window behind him, with all my strength and admiration I dragged his ass out the widow throwing him on the ground and stomping on his knee breaking it.

He screamed before he started laughing, "your one bad mother." He laughed again in a deep tone. In the light I got a better look at the man he looked in his lay 50's or so being well fed if you know what I mean as he wore a red tuxedo.

"What are you doing here and how manny more are you?" I asked as I tapped his forehead with the mp5. He laughed louder before answering.

"More? Were the last of the Russians, the mother land is gone. Taken by the dead." He tried grabbing my gun but I stepped back pulling the trigger once, the bullet hit his forehead making his head slam into the concrete.

Some people in the group gasped others screamed and done sighed in relief. I looked at the group of 50 or so. "I have a compound, I can't promise anything like bedding or comfort but I can guarantee your safety.