krallman

A Story.
As I was led towards the one room building, the man stopped short. "This, boy, is the safest place you will ever be." "How safe we talkin'?" I asked him. "Well, this here is what we call the Standpoint Room. Should the case of the zombie outbreak happen, the weapons cache in there is enough to hold out for three weeks." Entering the small room, he goes to a panel, and types in a number, 5834, and various panels open on the walls to reveal SP-12's, 12 gauge deerslug rounds, Colt .45 pistols with matching rounds, a BAR with a box that held 1000-chain rounds, boxes of hand grenades, and various clusters of C4 stuck to the walls, and wires leading up to the ceiling connected to the bombs. "Those clusters, boy, are for last ditch planning. Should you find yourself in a pickle, and you have not one bit of hope left, use that panic button to set them off. Use this last, as it will be the last time you see daylight. The building will collapse around you when you do this." Of course, the room was outfitted with your basics, like a bathroom, privately surrounded, a bed, a fridge, a couple comfortable chairs, a computer with a wifi connection, a television that doubled as a CCTV to the outside, cooking apparatuses to cook food on, and an ammo making station. "We value a trooper that can make his own ammo out of used shells, so if you do that, you might go a far distance. Of course, should you need anything, we will bring you supplies. For now, this is your new home. You're the best we have, now don't put us wrong..."