Isla Sorna Survival Chapter 19

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Alone Again

When I woke up, it was noon. I sat up and looked around. I heard voices.

"He's up."

"No shit Sherlock, I can see that."

"Didn't think he was going to wake up."

"Me neither."

I chipped in.

"You guys kill anything?"

"Just Zach's shoulder."

"What do you mean."

"You're going to have to get more ammo because we blew through every round we could find. Look at the pile."

Bryce pointed at the mountain of expired shells beside him. The pile was three feet tall. It was huge. There had to be 4000 used shells. 9mm, 12 gauge, .50 BMG, 7.62 NATO, every round of ammo those assholes had they used. I looked at Bryce.

"We couldn't figure out the RPG, so we still have ammo for that."

"What the f*ck man?"

"That's what you get for sleeping for three days. Go get ammo now, we'll be up here."

"Why me? You assholes blew through everything."

"Yeah, but we have to deal with your bitching, so fair trade. Now hurry up and get some ammo and kill something so that we can eat."

"Did you clean the guns?"

"That's your job."

"Kiss my ass."

I grabbed the AX50, disassembled it and cleaned it. I had five rounds in my pocket still, so I've got a little firepower for the two miles trip back to the building with the armoury. At least it's only two miles. I cleaned the SPAS 12 too because I'd have shotgun ammo I the trip back.

"Would you hurry up and leave so you can get back with ammo?"

"The more you bitch at me, the slower I'm going to go."

"Well hurry up so we can eat."

"You pieces of shit are nothing without me."

"You're irritating."

"I know I am. I'm going to finish cleaning this, and then I'll leave."

"How long that going to be?"

"Could be thirty seconds, could be an hour. Depends on how soon you f*ck off."

There was no response. I finished cleaning the gun and stood up.

"Perfect. Now hurry up, I'm hungry."

"You tell me to hurry up and I'm knocking your ass out."

"Hurry up."

I followed through on my promise. I clenched my fist and punched Bryce square in the jaw. He dropped and didn't move. Zach and Bobby looked at me. I looked at them and grinned.

"What are you going to do about it?"

Naturally, I had an arrogant tone to my question. Back to the whole feeling accepted thing, I found someone who accepted me for who I was and am back when I was a teenager (I ever mention I'm close with my bosses?) and stopped giving a shit about what people thought. I got arrogant and never regretted anything. I may have changed since my teen years even, but I'm still an arrogant son-of-a-bitch.

"Why'd you do that?"

"He was getting on my nerves."

"You've been getting on our nerves but we never knocked you out."

"You know you're nothing without me. You wouldn't knock me out. I'm no good to you dead or unconscious and you know you won't survive without me."

"We'd be fine without you."

"No you wouldn't."

"You're such an arrogant bastard."

"You gonna fight me or can I leave?"

Bobby and Zach both started walking towards me. I almost laughed. Neither of them are any good at hand to hand combat, and they aren't as strong as I am. Bobby threw the first punch. I ducked, grabbed his arm and flipped him. I watched as Bobby started to stand and I grabbed Zach. I threw Zach into him and they both hit the ground inches from the edge.

"I'm going to go get ammo. Later f*ckers."

There was no response from the other two. I turned around and walked to the stairs. I was clear of the building pretty quick, and I turned and took one last look. Zach and Bobby were both flipping me off. I had five rounds in the AX50 and my inner asshole wanted to scare the ever loving shit out of them. I cranked the elevation turret way down and took aim. Bobby yelled at me.

"You wouldn't do it and you won't do it!"

I didn't say a thing. I pulled out the trigger and then cycled the next round. I looked at Bobby and the look of pure terror on his face told me the bullet hit its mark. I heard them yelling as I walked away.

"He f*cking shot me!"

"Where?"

"It just nicked my finger! Look! You can see a scratch!"

"Holy shit!"

One thought crossed my mind. "Bullseye". I wouldn't actually kill them. Directly. I would skim one to scare the shit out of them, but I wouldn't kill them. I made the two mile trip pretty quick. I remember the building. It had the armoury. I grabbed ammo for everyone and then started walking back.

As I walked out the door, I saw a helicopter. Go figure. It was just starting to fly away. You'd think that the damn thing would have been heard and seen, but no, it just appeared. It was going the opposite direction, away from me. Those pieces of shit. I took aim with the AX50 and looked. Bryce was still on the rope ladder. They had to be almost three miles out by now. Assholes. Why am I not surprised?

I went back into the armoury, got rid of all the unnecessary ammunition and started evaluating what I need. I need all the firepower I can get with as little weight as possible. The RPG is staying, there isn't a chance in hell I'm losing the SPAS 12, but the rest are fair game. I set the AX50 down. It had to be my favourite gun I've ever handled, but I won't be able to make do with it.

I looked at the Barrett M107. It had flip up iron sights along with a scope. I grabbed it and removed the scope. I flipped up the sights and tried to figure them out. I'll have to take a few shots to figure it out. I cycled it, removed and inserted the mag, and played around with the bipod. Everything worked pretty good, so I decided to take it. It was semi-automatic with a ten round mag, so that's eleven shots with a full mag and a round in the chamber. Being able to send eleven rounds of .50 BMG down range as fast as I can pull the trigger may save me.

I still need something for long range. For the long range shooting I'm going to be doing, the single shot Armalite AR-50 will do the job. I grabbed it and cycled the action. The bolt was smooth. The scope was clear. The gun worked flawlessly. It's also a .50 BMG, but because it's only a single shot, it's lighter. It's more convenient to have two guns that fire the same round so I can just take a shit ton of one kind of ammo rather than some of one ammo and some of another.

I grabbed as much ammo as I felt I needed and then went back to the other building. When I got there, it was exactly how the guys left everything; a mess. The pile of shells was still there, they left behind the food they had, the place was as disgusting as it could have been in the situation. I rolled my eye and tried to figure out what to do. Bastards took the sleeping bag. Probably took it out of spite or because the pilot said to take it because they said they were the only three. Either way, I might kill the three of them if I ever see them again.

I grabbed the food that wasn't on the ground and ate. They hadn't even put out the fire, which was nice. I looked around for anything to sleep with before deciding my backpack would be a good pillow and the ground was good enough. I've slept in all kinds of weird places, including and not limited to: stairs, hanging from a tree, and in a lawn chair. I'll continue my trek tomorrow.