The Last Skater

Chapter 2: The start of a war

January 11, 2019

Today was a rather interesting day. I have now started walking around with a M16, red dot sight, grenade launcher, and a tactical shotgun (without the butt) now. The M16 has paint bullets and I only brought smoke grenades for the grenade launcher, and the tactical shotgun is just to help me get around places. (How? You might ask. By shooting the lock off of doors. Destroying wood, and finally killing zombies… I was kidding about the zombies by the way.) I am also wearing standard swat uniform.

Anyway I was walking around without my skateboard, (It’s a bad idea to skateboard with weapons accidents happen.) and I saw a couple Charlie soldiers. Bad thing is that they saw me too. Immediately I was hit with a beam that came out of one of the Charlie’s horn. I was flown straight into the wall. My midsection felt hot. VERY hot. I looked down to see that the stomach area where I was shot at was burnt. Luckily it only burnt my vest, and swat uniform. I was safe.

Then a Charlie with wings flew in the air and straight towards me. I growled and aimed my M16 at him aiming for the eyes.

Bratatat!

Went the sound of my gun as I sent a burst of paint into the Fly Charlie’s (Charlie with wings) eyes. I heard what sounded like a cry and some words. “Kujalak Gulag!” Then the Charlie with the horn charged at me with it glowing. (Forget it I’m calling it magic.) Bratatat! Again with perfect accuracy. (In my spare time over the years I have learned to use weapons see flash back at the end of this journal entry) He still shot the beam, but missed. Ping! Ping! Ping! It went as it bounced all over the place.

Moop!

Went an implosion just right over us as the blast finally hit something. But because of the implosion a piece of the building roof broke apart and came down on the poor Mag Charlie’s (Charlie with horns) horn. It was cut straight off. Another shriek filled the air. I grinned seeing I was clearly winning. Then I heard the clopping of hooves. I turned around to see two hooves hit me right in the chest. I was knocked back with great force into a building. I couldn’t breathe. I was panicking. I gasped for air, over and over. I then started to feel light headed and my chest started hurting. I then slumped over to the ground clawing at the ground hoping air would go into my lungs.

Finally I felt the relief of my lungs working again. I felt as if an angel has wrapped his/her arms around me. (It doesn't matter gender angels are ANGELS) I looked to see the Fly Charlie trying to get the paint out of its eyes, the Mag Charlie seemed to be crying over the loss of its horn, and the Regular Charlie was…… coming right at me.

With quick and natural reflexes I grabbed the nearest weapon and shot it. Unknown to me and to the Regular Charlie, it's going to only have one arm now. My eyes were horrified at the sight of the Charlie’s arm being torn apart. It turns out the weapon nearest to me was the shotgun. It fell to the ground and slid backwards the Charlie screaming the whole time.

Wanting to get out of there, I got up retrieved my stuff, and ran.

(Flashback time!)

3 years after the world “Ended”

I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo bored. I was walking around the city skateboard in hand, and just taking in the sight of what I lived in. Some buildings had overgrown plants, and others looked the same. I would do some cleaning from time to time if things get too out of hand, but everything is NOT in perfect condition just acceptable. Any way I was at one of the pawn shops and I saw something that interested me greatly.

The AK-74

A better model of the Ak-47. This was developed in the early 1970's and is still used today by most of Eastern Europe and more. I hoped over the counter and carefully took it off of its shelf. I pulled out my phone (I just play games on it.) and went to youtube (took me a wile but I know have the developers accounts.)

After watching a couple minutes of instruction. I was at the firing range trying out all of the weapons functions. Last but not least it was time to fire it. I flipped it to semi-auto and aimed at the target.

Boom!

I missed but boy did it feel good to fire it! Smiling I knew this was going to be a beautiful friendship.

(Ending Flashback)

(That was the first time I fired a gun. I still have the same AK with me, but I usually don’t take it with me. I hate to admit it but I am a bit obsessed with the weapon. Anyway deuces)

Last soldier in the world,

Dylan

January 12, 2019

I was a bit sad that I shot someone, but I was PUMPED. After being kicked in the chest and being thrown around I felt that it was an act of war. I am the king of Dylan land. (Yeah I said it. The ruins of Fort Worth are Dylan Land.) But there was one problem I knew nothing about them. I had no information. I would be fighting blind if I just attack. Then I felt bad again for shooting off a guys arm. I thought to myself. This time I would use non- lethal methods. I packed my gear and left.

My gear consists of a SVD Dragunov (Russian) sniper rifle, a Mp5 with a vector grip plus suppressor, and a simple M1911. (All weapons are using non-lethal paint rounds.)  And last but not least my skateboard. I know I said skateboarding with weapons is dangerous but I might need a quick getaway if things go south. (THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN!)

Now I was stalking towards the the apartment complex near the east wall. I had to duck my way through guards and patrols on the way there they were slowly moving forward towards the heart of the city. I laid prone on the second floor looking through the scope of my sniper rifle to scan the area. They seem to be moving supplies and more troops in. Was it because I shot a dude’s arm off?

I seem to not be bothered by that anymore. But I didn’t care. I almost died! Anyway There seemed to be nothing new to learn about, and I brought all of this fine machinery so why could I let it go to waste.

Blam!

I shot a helmet off a rack.

Blam!

Blam!

I just let two shots in the portal.

Blam!

Blam!

Blam!

I heard shrieks of terror as I just shot rounds of paint into a female’s hair. I chuckled and put the rifle on my back. I then threw A red smoke, followed by a blue and white smoke. I checked my sub machine gun and walked out checking my corners. I went down the back stairs meeting no resistance. I was about to walk out of the back door but was blocked by two regular Charlies.

“Talti uzentag” One yelled both pointing their spears at me. I laughed.

Bratatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatatat!

First I shot them in the eyes and then I kept shooting on their bodies until I ran out of ammo in theC clip. I walked out of the building changing into a fresh magazine leaving the hysterically screaming Charlies behind me.

I was moving from cover to cover nearing towards the “Locker” until I heard voices in the sky. I looked up to see five Fly Charlies flying towards me. I switched to my side armed and aimed.

P-taff

P-taff

Two of them hurled to the ground screaming. Getting a sinister idea I hid in a trash can and placed the suppressor on the Mp5. I waited till the other three to fly down. Taking the bait they did. They were the same one from the other day. Including the rainbow haired one. Maybe they're black ops? I stuck the barrel out of the lid and pulled the trigger. The muffled sound still weren't enough to warn them.

They fell to the ground and yelled out eventually I got out and jumped on my skateboard hoping for a quick getaway. But they were quickly behind me. I looked closer to see that they were wearing goggles. I kicked some more gaining more speed and pulled out my pistol. I fired a quick couple shots behind me and heard a mix of male and cries. I looked over my shoulder to see that it was the same two from before. I laughed at their misfortune.

Now I needed another plan. I dug into my bag while firing a couple shots to buy time. Then my hand went to something rather … Unique.  It was a firecracker. You know the balls you shoot up in the sky that explodes. Yeah, those. I picked a lighter out of my pocket and lit it. Waiting for the opportune time I threw it behind me.

Boom! Crack! Crack!Crack!Crack!Crack!

I heard the screams of confusion behind me. I threw a couple more for good measure. Finally I threw a green smoke grenade to cover my tracks. After that I went home and took a much needed nap.

The last agent in the world,

Dylan

“Define your meaning of war. To me it’s what we do when we are bored.”

-You’re Going Down by Sick Puppies