rescue

Seconds,Minutes,Hours,Days. I dont know how long i was out but when i awoke everything was quiet. Cold november moonlight was shining through the window from a full moon hardly peeking over the house across the street which meant to me the night was young. I climbed out the window onto the roof. I tried to shimmie down the gutter but ended up falling,effectively making me think i broke my ass. When i got back up i walked by a shed a the door burst open, i turned and got punched in the face. I swipped my leg under my attacker's legs and tripped them, I pulled out my knife and climbed up them. Putting the knife to their throat we shifted slightly into the light and i was face to face with a girl with short red hair maybe an inch or two taller than me. Our faces were about an inch away and i said cheerfully "hello". She punched me in the eye...


15 minutes later i was in the shed lean up agianst a wall. I felt for my weapons and realized she took them all. I looked around the dimly lit shed and across the room leaned up in a corner i saw my Ak-47 and Remmington 700 and next to them my glocks. Looking around more i found the girl sitting in a chair watching me. "you let your gaurd down...That shows me your half as dumb as you look, so tell me how did you make it this long? you must have had some help..." i didnt answer "well i know you got at least two little freinds out there somewhere i saw you 3 searching around the street, so where did they run off to when you tried to make that the "herioc" act? well i bet i can guess that you're somewhere around that shopping center with that army/navy discount store,judgeing from those guns and clothes...you dont talk much do you?" "you just gotta give me a second" i said "o.k whatever , the names claire by the way" "Im cody" She got up and extended her arm out to me and i grabbed her hand. She helped me up and then said "I bet theres a radio or something in one of those military trucks that we can use to get outta here" "ok but what abo-" she cut me off "that big dude and your little stoner buddy right?" i shrugged "yep" "we'll get them dont worry, but first we need to save ourselves because guess what? your the closest thing i got to best best freind that im sure is alive and your not gonna get yourself killed-you got the guns afterall"

I thought to myself "this is one wierd fucking day and it just keeps getting wieder". Then claire broke my thoughts "we need to go check that out" When we stepped outside i checked my weapons and she took one of the glocks from my hand "hey!" i said "shutup you've got 4 guns and i got none" she said. Once at on of the trucks i pulled on the door to find it surprisingly open, i heard some static and found a box radio on the dashboard "Hello?....Hello!" i yelled the second time. A deep male voice came over the radio "2nd platoon? Sgt. Dusk?" he asked "umm no i found his truck though...any chance we can get some help?" "thats affirmitive we have a lock on your position via the radio's tracker but we cant run any rescue-ops till daylight" "thats ok we've got a safe place to hold out and theres another group a few miles down the road from us." "That wont be a problem" he said assuringly. "ok ill see you soon and im taking this thing with me" "no problems with that either dont break and we'll be there around 6:45". With that i took the radio and put it on my back by the back pack like straps.Then we simply went back to the shed and went to sleep