Tales from the Apocalypse.
Chapter 2 - St Louis
Bob shuffled nervously as the man stepped
off his front porch, finger poised on the trigger of his Daniel Defense DDM4.
“The screws you sold me yesterday,” Bob said, “They’re for a Holosun K optic.
“That’s what you said you needed,” the man replied.
“I’ll know, I know, but I was wrong, they don’t fit an EPS Carry, they’re too long.”
The man took a step forward. “Is that so.”
Bob held his ground, his gaze firmly fixed on the man’s trigger finger. “Maybe I could trade you, “ he said, slowly reaching into his jacket pocket for a small streamlined optic.
“How about this SCS for two EPS screws.”
The man looked mildly interested. “What’s wrong with it?”
Bob held the optic out. “Nothing. Nothing. My buddy Simon was right. The auto brightness setting get’s on my nerves.”
The man brought his gun up from low ready, gesturing Bob back. “Maybe you should ask your buddy Simon for some screws.”
Bob’s head dropped. “He, he won’t answer my calls,” he said an imperceptible sob escaping his lips.
“Some friend,” the old man said, turning back to the house.