There are many theories about an apocalypse, such as a zombie apocalypse, nuclear fallout, or even an alien invasion. But the one that happened was the mix of all, first came the zombie, then, in an attempt to stop them, the government all over the used their nuclear power, which was not just a failure but also led to a nuclear fallout, and after some years, when humans were getting their foothold then they came to finish what they started. Even the memories of those sent shivers down my spine.
But, there is still some time before they can come here, I just have to think about how I can awaken my dormmate's power and secure some silent weapons and a FEW STRONG KNIVES, and lots of food. But I don't have enough money to fund this many things, and unlike most apocalypse novels read in which they take money from a bank and don't have to repay it because of the apocalypse, I don't have enough time to wait for the loan to confirm. I don't have many choices; the only possible options I have are either robbing a bank or taking money from a moneylender, and I don't know many people to ask to lend me money.
I tapped my fingers anxiously against the old wooden desk, the surface so scratched and worn it looked like it had survived its apocalypse. Options were running thin, and the clock was ticking.
Robbing a bank? Insane.Borrowing from a moneylender? Dangerous.But doing nothing? Certain death.
I stood, my mind racing. If I couldn't get a loan the legal way, and robbing a bank was a death sentence even before the apocalypse... There was a third option: the Underground Exchange.
It was risky. Shady deals, stolen goods, black market weapons. But it was fast. No paperwork, no questions. Just cash — if you were brave or desperate enough to show up.
I pulled out my phone and searched for a man on Instagram, a guy doing shady business in broad daylight, and no one even suspects him. 'RAVEN.' That was the name I'd have been given by a guy I met at a survivalist camp in my past, now to be future. He said how Raven did business on Instagram and other social media, and how he could get anything for a price. And right now, I am willing to pay.
I sent him a message.
[I am a customer,
And I know that you have things I would like to buy.]
I sent him a message, waiting anxiously for his reply, then after 5 minutes, he finally replied.
[How do you know me? And what are you talking about?]
I was expecting something like this, and before I knew, I started a reply.
[Don't play dumb with me, I know what you do, through a friend, and he also told me that if I give the required cash, then you won't ask any questions.]
[I need gear: silent weapons preferred, military grade knife, and a silenced pistol with extra ammo; light body armor preferred, something which can be worn under clothes, and counterfeit money I could buy for real $1000.]
[Provide me with the price and the day of delivery. Time and place will be chosen by me. ]
Seconds felt like hours until the reply came.
[You better not be lying]
[Knife, and pistol would cost you $700; body armor will be $400; and you would get $10,000 of counterfeit money.]
[Total would be $1100+$100(for service)= $1200]
[No negotiation, and only cash. You will get this thing in two days, after finalising. ]
I looked at this message, i trama i only $1556 in my account, if i got scamed i would be screwed. But with no other choice, I typed and sent a reply.
[Deal sealed.]
[Meet at the city train station by the emergency exit. by 7 am.]
Perfect. Or suicide. Maybe both.