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Just at that critical moment, a shadow fell from the sky and landed heavily on Steve's head. With a sharp crack, Steve collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Are you all right, kids?" a rough voice called out.
I looked up to see a tall man standing before us, holding a bloodied iron rod.
"Th-thank you for saving us," I stammered, still shaken.
"It was nothing, just passing by," the man grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth. "I'm Raymond; you can call me Uncle Ray."
Raymond appeared to be in his forties, with a sturdy build and a scruffy beard. His camouflage uniform was dark and stiff, emanating a strong odor of sweat and smoke. It seemed he had endured quite a bit.
"Uncle Ray, were you in the military?" I asked curiously.
"Sort of. I served for a few years but later transitioned to a job at a security company in the city." Raymond shrugged. "Who would have thought I'd have to return to my old ways one day?"
"Aren't you afraid of the Infected out here all alone?"
"Hah! Those monsters are just mindless corpses. As long as you're quick on your feet, they can't do anything to you." Raymond said proudly. "Besides, someone has to go out and scavenge for supplies, right? If we just hide in shelters, we'll starve sooner or later."
I couldn't help but feel a deep respect for this rugged and straightforward man before me. In this apocalyptic wasteland, maintaining optimism and a sense of responsibility truly required immense courage.
"By the way, where did you come from?" Raymond looked us up and down.
"We..." I stammered, unsure of where to begin.
"Alright, no need to explain. Just follow me," Raymond said, noticing my hesitation. "You must be hungry too, right? I have some food here; let's share it together."
At his words, Lucy jumped up excitedly, her small face breaking into a long-lost smile. It seemed that even in the apocalypse, good food was still the best comfort.
So, we followed Raymond to his hiding place. Along the way, he talked endlessly about the changes in the city and his experiences, as if this were just a regular city tour. Listening to his hearty laughter lightened my mood considerably. For some reason, this man I had just met gave me an inexplicable sense of familiarity and warmth, as if we had known each other for many years.
Before long, we arrived at an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Raymond skillfully opened the iron door and gestured for us to follow. As soon as we stepped inside, a wave of heat mixed with the smell of gasoline hit us.
In the dim light, I took in the full view of the warehouse and was instantly stunned.
The vast space was filled with weapons and ammunition! Rifles, handguns, submachine guns—everything you could imagine was there, even rocket launchers and grenades were prominently displayed. In one corner, dozens of boxes of bottled water and canned goods were neatly stacked—enough for a company to eat for a year! My goodness, this place was practically a small armory!
"What do you think, kid? Are you impressed by Uncle Ray's collection?" Raymond said with pride. "I worked hard to gather all this. In an apocalypse, it's not enough just to have strength and brains; you need some serious firepower by your side!"
"Uncle Ray, where did you get all these weapons?" I couldn't help but ask. After all, gun control in this country had always been strict; even police officers needed multiple approvals to carry firearms. Let alone ordinary citizens.
"Well..." Raymond said with a mysterious smile, "I have my own connections. Besides, what does legality matter now? Surviving is the only truth!"
I nodded, feeling that he had a point. Yet, an uneasy feeling lingered in my heart; Raymond's background seemed to be more complicated than he let on.
How could an ordinary security guard possibly acquire so many weapons? Did he have some hidden agenda?
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