The hunt for a ghillie suit

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Sighing as I check my camp site and look into my tents going over my provisions, I stand up for a moment and stretch my legs looking up at the sky. Moans and screams can be heard in the far distance from the infected and their victims being chased down. I look at my clothing...my smelly clothing that is attracting flies at that from all the brains I've bashed in and shot, I really should go wash them.

A thought start tickling at the back of my head, I really need to ditch these clothes I stand out way too much to other survivors and the zeds, infected or whatever you want to call them, they're all the same to me. I really need something camouflage to fit into my surroundings.

I pack up for a long day ahead of me. I start going through towns, the stench of death heavy in the air, carefully sneaking about through the buildings, the markets, houses anywhere I can find supplies. I travel great distances, my feet starting to ache as I'm in the city they call Electro, ready to shoot anyone on site as I don't trust a soul in these times, people will stab you in the back. I guess they call people like me a bandit as I'm not afraid to kill others for supplies if need be, especially in the current state of things.

I start slowly making my way towards the market in town, going through the back alleys to make sure the zeds don't catch onto my scent and that anyone else still alive in the doesn't spot me. As I start making my way through the alley right across from the market I freeze as I see movement, not the slow lumbering movement of the infected no, this was someone alive.

I slow my breathing and slowly bring my pistol up, not sure if he's spotted me yet as he's looking at something on the ground, I take a step as silently as I can and my foot lands on glass crunching down, I curse under my breath as the other man looks up directly at me and raises his Lee-Enfield Rifle right at me. I don't hesitate and bring my M1911 pistol up and put him square in my iron sites and pull the trigger, once, twice, three times.

The man drops down dead, zeds running over to try and feast on a free dinner but I quickly dispatch them with a shot to the head for each one. As quickly and quietly as possible I go over to this man now laying dead on the ground and start checking his backpack and grin as I pull out a fresh clean ghillie suit.

I make my way back to camp without anything else interesting happening, glad to be back at camp I inspect my new ghillie suit, it's perfect and will do just nicely. I stash it away for now and sit down resting my sore, aching, tired feet as I look over at the days haul, a big grin on my face as the sun starts setting.

[bryantc2000 0]

Nice story. :)