Chapter 356 - GO AHEAD! I DON’T GIVE A F.U.C.K! (1/2)
Kaley was dying laughing from Cynthia's expressions and she choked when I pretend to hand Cynthia my M134.
”Here, press that and f.u.c.k everything else in front of it.” I said with a serious expression.
”W-What?!” Cynthia was back and forth, looking at me and Kaley.
”Sky! Stop! HAHAHAHAHA!!!” Kaley coughed a couple of times while Cynthia wasn't sure if I was being serious or not.
In the end, Cynthia came down with her Rapier, CZ 457, and her S&W M&W 2.0 with an extra box of .22 LRs because the CZ 457 only had a 5-round magazine. I also gave her a war belt and it had a couple of magazines for her pistol.
We headed down and Lois' eyes lit up when he saw another .22 rifle. He gave Cynthia a thumbs up before we rode the 8-wheeler and the HUMVEE. Matthew was driving the HUMVEE while my Unc Zardon was driving the 8-wheeler. I placed a few portions of cured meats in the truck for Borris once we reach their place but there's a separate one for our lunch in case we took longer than expected.
The other clearing groups had already left but we saw them killing a few biters on a street a couple of blocks away. We drove past them and we eventually reached where Borris' place was.
It was still the same as before.
We didn't see any upgrades to his place but I surmised it's because he wanted to maintain its hidden look. A couple of walkers were coming from the other direction but Jared and Lois immediately dispatched them with their 10/22s before Lawrence managed to raise his rifle.
”1-1 bro. Let's see who'll kill the most later.” Lois chuckled.
”Heh, extra points for specials and how long or difficult the shot was.” Jared added a few to their rule.
”You two need to be serious outside.” Lawrence reminded them.
”Yeah, nice talk from a soldier losing to a high schooler.” Lois remarked.
”The f.u.c.k did you-” Lawrence looked at Lois but Jared cut him off.
”What? Are you gonna whine because you're slow or are we gonna make the score 1-1-0? You're a sniper, right? Let your kills do the talking.” Jared stood between them.
”Hmm! Sure.” Lawrence stood guard on the opposite side but the two brothers were smirking when Lawrence turned his back.
”Oh, Lawrence is doomed because of that.” I thought to myself.
”Ehem! 6,690… Ehem! Damn, my throat's itchy...” I muttered.
”Show off...” Kaley was shaking her head, carrying her own rifle.
My BCM was hanging from my shoulder and I picked up my radio to call Borris.
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*bzzt*
”Borris, you there?”
*bzzt*
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No answer.
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*bzzt*
”Borris, you there dude?”
*bzzt*
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Still no answer.
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*bzzt*
”Wait a sec, we're coming out.”
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
”I was about to counter a few theories of yours but-”
*bzzt*
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I stopped when I saw the trap door flipping open.
Borris and Cyrill came out covered with a cloak. Borris' hair and beard grew significantly compared to our last visit while Cyrill started to gain some muscle though he still looked skinny. They were holding a pointed wooden spear though I could see a few things located on their belt.
Cyrill looked at our vehicles and the people with me before he momentarily stopped to look at his dad. Unc Zardon was emotionless all throughout and I decided to proceed with what we came here for.
Borris and I just greeted each other before I turned to Cyrill, ”They said you were looking for me? Why?”
”The thing I've told you before when I came to your place. Umm- I slipped by a few of them when I was out.” Cyrill said.
”The people you used to buy from?” I tried to confirm.
”Y-Yeah.” Cyrill said dejectedly.
”Where?” I asked with a different expression.
”Just by the border of Malabon, going to Navotas… I'm not sure where they are located but I recognized a few of them while I was scavenging.” Cyrill replied.
”Okay, I'll keep that in mind. Weapons?” I asked.
”What?” Cyrill asked.
”What weapons were they using when you saw them? Are they on foot? On a vehicle? If so, what kind or even the color?” I tried to elaborate.
”Ah, umm- some of them were using shotguns but I think they're using an Armalite of some sort. You know, something like that but this thing at the front is a little round. No silencers too.” Cyrill pointed at my gun, not sure about the right terms to use.
”Okay, you heard them fire it?” I asked.
”Yeah, yeah. It's f.u.c.k.i.n.g loud.” he replied.
”What I meant was are they using automatics or not?” I asked.