Free The Glooming (Wrath of the Old Gods Book 1) by John Triptych Page A

he was able to avoid any criminal liability. At that point Lance began to harbor a smoldering resentment against anyone in the media as well as all types of liberal politicians.
    Buck had a quizzical look on his face. “What in the hell are in those boxes?”
    Lance had finished stacking them and opened up the top of one of the boxes. “Ammo, boy, ammo! We got at least several thousand rounds of ammo here for all the guns we got. And I’ve got some molds and a swag press too so we can even make our own bullets.”
    Buck nodded. Lance was the smartest. “Did y’all take everything?”
    Mark shook his head and smiled. “Nah, there were some others that were with us and they helped themselves too. With the world as broken as it is, we figured it’s gonna be every man for himself now.”
    Lance laughed. “Things got a bit dicey when the owner of that store and his son came back just as we were about finished.”
    Buck scratched his forehead. “What happened then?”
    “Oh some of the other guys just shot ‘em,” Mark said nonchalantly.
    Lance nodded. “Shot his son too.”
    Buck had slung the rifle over his shoulder and looked at them. “They dead?”
    Lance just shrugged. “Probably. They were bleedin’ out by the time the other boys were done with ‘em.”
    Buck started walking around the room with the slung rifle to see how it felt. “This rifle mine?”
    “Sure thing, Buck,” Mark said and pointed to the couch. “Take one of them pistols too, you’re gonna need a backup weapon just in case.”
    “Yessir,” Buck said as he picked up the revolver and tried to stick it into his jeans, but the barrel was too big to fit in properly.
    “Take a look at him,” Mark said to Lance as he started chuckling. “Tryin’ to Mexican carry that big ‘ol Magnum, he looks like a crazy Jethro hillbilly!”
    Buck stopped what he was doing and just held the pistol in his hand as the other two were laughing at him. “Shut the hell up, Mark, or I’m gonna shoot ya.”
    Mark kept laughing as he put the rifle down and drew the 1911 and pointed it at Buck. “How you gonna shoot me when yer guns aren’t even loaded, boy?”
    Buck started to grimace as he moved over to where the ammunition boxes were and started to dig through them to find the right caliber for his gun. Lance got his meaty arms on him and pushed him away. Buck nearly fell as he stumbled backwards a few feet.
    “Alright, that’s enough joking around,” Lance said. Like his cousin, he too was wearing civilian tactical gear, although they from his days in the police force. “We’re gonna need each other and we need to work as a team. That means no more fightin’ among ourselves.”
    “I was just jokin’ around,” Mark said as he holstered the pistol. “We need to train Buck here on the use of these weapons so that we can properly defend ourselves.”
    Buck sat back down on the sofa, his burst of sudden anger evaporated. “Before I got sent in, I had a pistol and then when they let me out they said I can’t have guns no more.”
    Lance stood in the kitchen behind them as he continued to unwrap several assault rifle magazines from one of the boxes. “Don’t you worry, Bucky. The law ain’t around anymore so you just hang on to that AR and just make sure you don’t shoot me or Mark, okay?”
    “I ain’t got a problem with that,” Buck said as he sighted the revolver. “I’ll shoot just about anybody else though.”
    “Now that’s a great idea!” Mark said as he slumped down beside Buck. “We can go after anybody and get whatever we need. We got the firepower now.”
    Buck placed the pistol on his lap and looked at Mark. “You wanna go get that ex-girlfriend of yours back here? We can just shoot her dad and take her, now that we got the guns.”
    Mark laughed. “Nah, fuck that bitch. I am done with her, but you have a good idea, Buck. I say we just drive around and look for a house with some women in it and we take them back here and