(This takes place in my Zombie Au)
TW: Mentions of trauma, death and handling of firearms
Bryan and Gregory we're in Freddy Land
Bryan: Now Gregory you’re ten years old. Now i’m gonna teach you something my surrogate father taught me when I was ten.
Bryan: *Pulls a pistol out of a hidden holster* how to fire a gun.
Gregory: Wow! Aren't I too young?
Bryan: You’re never too young, besides i’m a licensed trainer I can teach anybody.
Bryan set up some bottles on a railing near the hotel.
Bryan: Now, *puts a pair of headphones on gregory* Theae will protect your ears got it?
Gregory: won't you need some?
Bryan: Nah i’ve been surrounded by gunfire, my ears ring all the time i’m basically immune at this point. Now.
Bryan gives Gregory the weapon and stands behind him
Bryan: Relax your arms, and aim just slightly below where you want to hit.
Gregory: Then I pull the trigger right?
Bryan: No, no, you gently squeeze it. Now *holds his shoulders firmly* You might feel some recoil, so shift your right foot in front of you and turn it slightly to keep your balance.
Gregory shoots, and the bottle shatters
Gregory: *Super proud* I did it!
Bryan: Yeah you did. Now, aim for the one on the fountain, a little range this time.
They repeat the process but Gregory doesn't get the bottle he shoots the fountain.
Gregory: Oh no i’m so sorry!
Bryan: It’s fine, Gregory; it’s just a mistake, aim a little higher.
Gregory does so and makes it yet again.
Bryan: There we go, now I think that’s enough for today, how about we try something else?
Bryan and Gregory are both in a hotel room. There's a large amount of objects laying on the bed.
Bryan: Now i’m gonna teach you how you to pack a bugout bag. Now since your backpack is quite small you’ll have less things to fit in it. So what do you grab?
Gregory: Hmm. The...first aid kit, the can opener, swiss army knife, and the flashlight.
Bryan: Good, but then you’ll have little room for clothes, so it’s always good to carry different clothing on yourself, wrap a jacket around your waist when your hot and no matter the weather wear jeans, you’ll be a bit uncomfortable but that’s better then death.
Gregory: Uh..dad? I'm not complaining but why are you teaching me these things?
Bryan: Well, I just think you should be taught these things instead of learning the hard way if an outbreak happens again.
Gregory: An outbreak? What do you mean?
Bryan: Well, I think you’re old enough to know, but if you want me to stop just say so okay?
Gregory sits cross legged on the bed.
Bryan: When I was around your age, the city I lived in Elkridge was hit by a zombie outbreak.
Gregory: Zombies? I thought those weren't real.
Bryan: Oh they were real alright. And real scary...and I was your age, my parents went on a trip over spring break and left me with my babysitter Michael, neither of us knew what was going on at first, nobody did. We tried to escape the city but his car broke down. We had to walk but we got confronted with a horde...luckily these nice people inside a department store let us in.
Bryan: Yeah, the leader of the group Doug was super mean though, he screamed at the guy who let us in, said he meant that door should stay shut no matter what.
Doug: When I say that door stays shut no matter what I fucking mean it!
Andrew: He has a kid Doug.
Doug: so do I! You can't just endanger us to save these guys!
Boy: Dad calm down please.
Doug: Jon please stay out of this.
Younger Bryan: *Tugs on Micheal's sleeve*
Younger Bryan: I..I need to pee. *shaking*
Micheal: In a moment, Bryan.
Micheal: shut up! You can't just yell at people who ignore you
Bryan: *Narrating* I really needed to go so I silently snuck off. Which I kinda regret.
Younger Bryan: Come on it’s gotta be somewhere. *Enters a room* Oh it’s a closet...um
There was a Zombified Janitor standing there with his back facing Bryan.
Younger Bryan; *Screams and runs out of the janitors closet
Micheal ran over to Bryan and pulled the zombie away from him, kicking him into a cabinet. They proceeded to struggle.
Bryan: Then that’s when everything began to ring.
Younger Bryan: *Holds his ears* Ahh!
Micheal pushes the dead zombie off of him.
A man with glasses in a sweater vest is standing holding a revolver.
Micheal: *holding his ears* What?
Man: Oh right, sorry, you might need to see a doctor after all this.
Then the barricaded door to the building begins to budge, the gunshot attracted the nearby horde they were hiding from.
Doug: *Whispers* Everyone down.
Everyone hides behind the counter.
Younger Bryan: *Shaking* Mikey i’m scared.
Micheal: *Holding him close* So am I bud.
Then the sound of a siren going by filled the room.
Man with a gun: Is that the police?
Younger Jon: Thanks for whoever it is.
The zombies at the door left well, the majority of them.
Doug: Ugh! We almost died because of this bastard and his itchy trigger finger! That was so stupid! You could have killed us! You-
Man with a gun: Shut up, Doug, for once.
Man: I‘ve known you for over an hour and i’m super annoyed.
Doug: Ugh! Whatever! *Storms off and sulks in the corner*
Micheal: Thank you so much uh..
Sebastian; Call me Sebastian, I’m a reporter for CNN.
Micheal: Cool, didn't know that this thing was on the news.
Sebastian: It kind of was, but the crew abandoned me and took the van. Bastards.
Micheal: Bryan why don't you go talk to that Jon kid, and I think there's another kid in here.
Younger Bryan: Okay. *walks off*
Gregory: That was pretty cool, then what happened?
Bryan: I uh...don’t wanna talk about it right now.
Gregory: Oh..well can I ask something?
Gregory: Did you wet your pants when you saw the zombie?
Bryan: *Embarrassed* Uh...I don't know.
