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Jack turned around to face the noise he heard coming from behind to see a young slouched silhouette slightly to his left limping towards him in a very slow, almost clock work like pace. Jack saw that he was no more than twenty years old, barely an adult in the eyes of the law. The young man kept making his way towards Jack until he came under the light of a street lamp and then Jack saw it, the same predatory eyes that pierced through him, eyes that have been long since dead to the world. Jack drew his weapon, "Stay back, I don't want to hurt you!" Jacks words fall on deaf ears as the young man keeps inching towards him, Jack shoots the ground next to the young man which was to no avail, he kept making his way forward. Jack then aimed his next shot at the shoulder, the 124 grain Speer Gold Dot penetrated the boys shoulder throwing him slightly off balance but his pace unchanged, Jack then knew what he had to do. Jack put the Tritium night sights onto his next target, the head of the youth.   Jack, feeling compelled to do so, yelled, "Last warning, stop or I WILL fire on you!" Jacks commands made no difference. Jack was at his wits end trying to mull over all possibilities, not wanting to take the life of someone but in the back of his mind he knew that this wasn't a normal case, that this was something different entirely. He made a last second judgement call and squeezed the trigger, his nervousness made the shot miss and clip his assailants ear. There was no blood, just the moans of a methodical predator making his way towards him now within fifteen feet, Jack could smell the stench off this boy and could see dried blood around his mouth. The blood in Jack's face drained as he witnessed this poor soul shambling towards him, "Sweet mother Mary, they're damned monsters."   He aimed once more, this time his fear gave way to new found accuracy putting the personal defense round right above the mans left eye, the head snapped back and the young mans body went limp. Jack so terrified of what he had just done, immediately began to gag and then vomited, releasing just a little of his amounted anxiety and stress. Jacks hands were shaking to the point to where he had to physically force them to stop by clasping them together and holding tightly. It was then he heard the sound of screeching tires, looking to where the sound came from Jack saw a police cruiser sitting there with the spot light now pointed at him, a loud booming voice commanded, "Drop the weapon!!!" Jack knew this was going to be a long night...

The title of this piece is aptly named, "Humanity".

You know, I titled this, "a short story" but I get the feeling it's gonna be longer than that. :D Gotta work on a title too I suppose...

Jack began to see dancing and dazzling lights swirl about his vision. The smell of smoke and air bag propellant filled Jacks nostrils like water causing him to cough and in doing so he felt the burn of his seatbelt against his neck. "Well at least I can still feel pain", he muttered to himself. Jack gained his bearings looking around as he sat in the intersection of Cedar and Spring Street, he unbuckled his belt and made his way over to the Ram, it's front end completely smashed. Upon reaching the front of the Ram Jack began to felt woozy and even dizzy, "C'mon you bastard, keep it together!". Jack finally got to the driver door which in itself felt an eternity.   He opened the driver door, the occupant slid out in a heap, Jack catching the older man mid fall, he lay the man down on the pavement, "Hey, are you okay?!" Jack reached for the mans neck checking his pulse, the neck had a jut protruding out from it and it returned nothing, "He must've broken his neck in the wreck..." Jack then noticed something very odd about the dead truck driver's arm, he had what appeared to be a bite mark, "Must've been what he was rushing towards the hospital for." At that moment, the mans body began to twitch, as if being prodded by an electrical current. Catching Jack off guard he fell on his butt from the crouched position he had just assumed and began scooting back as quickly as he could. The jaws on the head began to snap with a bite force similar to what he had seen in films of crocodiles and alligators, a thought then crossed Jacks mind and his body responded to the thought with, " NO @#$&ING WAY!!!!!!?????"   The body of the poor man wasn't moving with the exception of the jaws clacking and snapping to and fro. Not wasting any time whatsoever Jack gets on his feet and climbs into the cab of his truck, opening the center console to retrieve his FNX-9, releasing the safety on it, Jack tucked it into the small of his back. He then reached into the center console and retrieved his two spare magazines and pocketed them. Going back around the side of the truck he checks on the dead man, the body still lay there chomping away as if compelled to do so. Walking very slowly up to the corpse, Jack grabs the tuff of the mans little remaining hair, lifting back to reveal the mans eyes wide open, looking right at Jack, seeing this he lets go of the hair, the mouth still biting even as it hits pavement. Using one hand to press the head into the ground, Jack uses his free hand to check the limp mans pulse once again, just making sure he didn't misdiagnose the poor fellow. Still as unresponsive as the moment when Jack first tried.   Once again, he grabs the tuff of the mans hair, only this time, he held his weapon in his left hand, readying just as a precaution. The head did not stop, it continued it's gnawing and teething, biting at something not there, only moaning when it stopped that. The thing that scared Jack most, wasn't the biting as human bodies have been known to do strange things upon death, it was the eyes, eyes which were already very dead, stared at Jack with unwavering determination, without a thought nor provocation, the eyes didn't meet his own, they almost looked through him but Jack knew then and there, the eyes did in fact see him but not as a fellow human but as prey, the same way a lion views gazelle,  "My god, this is all starting to come together now" , Jack surmised, "the Martial Law, the warning to stay in doors, and now this." Jack now realized how dire things truly were. He knew that after tonight, life as humanity knew it, would change forever. Taking the initiative, he pointed his weapon at the temple of the snapping skull, trying to pull the trigger, he couldn't bring himself to do it, after all, this man was alive just minutes ago, trying to get to the hospital. Jack heard sirens in the background making their way closer.   He decided the best thing to do would be to hide his weapon in his car, a police officer showing up to the scene of a car accident seeing one of those involved with a firearm, well that just wouldn't bode well for Jack at all. That's when he heard footsteps behind him and a familiar moan that ran a chill up his spine, considering the only thing he thought of as 'undead', was laying in front of him. His adrenal glands went full active, the hair on the back of neck stood on end, and his pupils dilated, all of these are root causes when your primal instincts are telling you one thing, 'run'.......

I actually wrote that in about 20 minutes at work, please excuse my grammar errors and spelling mistakes, haha.

"Humanity"     The day was somewhat cloudy, raindrops began to coat the windshield on Jacks Toyota Tundra. He had just worked a thirteen hour shift and was exhausted from the day. His boss had jumped down his throat for the smallest foul up that he himself makes all the time. The only thing that takes the edge off is the cigarette that Jack smokes at his lunchtime, it mellows out his day to where he can handle his boss till the jerk leaves at five, it's smooth sailing from there. A sudden famaliar tone awoke Jack from his daze and brought him to. The emergency broadcast system went active, stating that 'martial law had been declared and for everyone to get in doors immediately and to lock themselves in.' Jack began to talk to himself, "Why the hell are they declaring marshall law? Guess the President has finally flipped his liberal lid..."   Hearing this kind of information immediately made Jack realize what needed to be done. He checked his cellular; the towers weren't shut down yet. He immediately called his father to check on him; the call went to voicemail. Jack thinks to himself, "it's alright, where they're at, the reception isn't that great", Jack keeps repeating those words over and over in his mind to provide a little comfort to himself. Next he calls a key member of his Mutual Assistance Group or MAG, Jeb. Jeb was a bit of gun nut, even when they were in high school together but overtime they both had grown to be more survival oriented. When Jack contacted him a few years back to catch up the topic of shooting came up so they hit it off. The two had a few drinks at Jebs whilst playing catch up when the topic of survival had been brought up and much to Jacks surprise Jeb had been stock piling food and was planning on purchasing a M35A2 deuce and a half in the near future. When the phone picked up an out of breath Jeb picked up the phone, "Jack, what the hell is going on man?"   Jack was hoping Jeb would fill HIM in but that wasn't the case as he learned, "I dunno brother but we need to mobilize the MAG, like right NOW! There's not major earth shattering events that I'm aware of and they've declared martial law without warning, can only mean one thing I THINK and that's..." Jeb cuts him off before he can finish, "containment... but what the @#$% are they containing??" Jack just as confused, "I dunno man but call up Tay, we need to get everyone and their gear to Romeo Hotel, like an hour ago!" Jeb knowing now what needed to be done, "you sure man? That's ALOT of gear to move in one haul and if this thing turns out to be nothing..." Jack knew where he was going, "Jeb, if this thing turns out to be as bad as we think it is, we'll be glad we got the F outta dodge! I'm going to go get my sisters, you get ahold of everyone you can, leave messages but we're not waiting for ANYONE, we meet in thirty minutes. I'll see you on the other side, stay safe brother!" Jeb, worried about how this would play out didn't let his nervousness through and confidently responded, "You too dude, I'll see you at the house in thirty." As Jack turned right onto Cedar he slowed down for a stoplight that immediately turned green for him, what he didn't see was the Dodge Ram that plowed into the passenger rear quarter side of his truck spinning it around like a dreidel at Hanukkah. All Jack can see is spinning lights then complete darkness consumes him...

My mom is from Adrian, welcome from the hills cousin. I live a hop and skip away from the Boro, when you do go make sure to stop by the Outpost Armory. It's a store that belongs to Ronnie Barrett and is awesome as one would expect from the owner of Barrett. Hell, the bathroom mirrors have the ends of .50 shells covering the wood screws, haha. Gatlinburg has a TON of stuff to offer and I believe you will enjoy yourself. I love eating at Bubba Gump's Shrimp Co. and I love making a stop to what my friends and I refer to as the 'pipe shop', it's a tobacco aficionado store, where I picked up my first pipe from which was made of a African porous wood, allows for better heat transfer into the wood rather than what you take in.

As far as ergonomics go, the SCAR wins it for me, the Tavor though is much handier in a confined space, plus with the SCAR you get that hard stoppinging power of the .308 BUT the SCAR also uses unique mags to it alone while the TAVOR uses STANAG mags. Cost, the Tavor wins it hard by about $800 at the cheapest. Really it'll come down to; 'do you want a .308 battle rifle or .223 combat rifle?', which ever you do I don't believe you'll be dissapointed as both are excellent proven platforms and they both have cult followings like AR's and AK's, though neithers numbers come close to the aforementioneds numbers of fans.

I can't really afford the big bad@$$ EoTech's the 512 is about all I can afford, meh... lol. :p

I open carry, but am a portly feller so my shirts, being size parachute, generally cover my leather DeSantis holster. I've been asked once back when I had my 1911, I was at the Harley of Cool Springs for the MoCo test rides they do yearly and happened to notice a gent eye balling me out of the corner of my eye I glance at him and he immediately asks, "Is that a BB gun??", I could tell by the accent he was a yank so I just responded with, "yep, they're really big lead BB's that make big holes." He gave me this look of 'oh @#$&'. I reassurred him that it was ok and that I had my handgun carry permit. He asked wearily, "Do you think you'll need that??" I smiled and said, "I really hope not..." It was four months after that event that I got my Harley, not that this has anything to do with carrying... ;)

  Ummm... wha?? SA58's run the same price as that Century you mentioned... exhibit A.http://www.aimsurplus.com/product.aspx?item=F1DSASA5816CTCP&name=DSA+SA58+FAL+PARA+Tactical+.308+16%22+Rifle&groupid=11 A PTR on www.gunbroker.com run the 12-1600 range, that's a reasonable price I think. I HAD the opportunity to buy one for $900 about 2 years ago and kick myself everyday for letting my bud talk me out of it... The great thing about the 91 platform is the crazy cheap price on the alum surplus mags, they can be had for next to nothing, 3.99-5.99 last I checked, steel runs $19-30. If you buy a century there is a good chance it will be junk, don't take a risk such as that brosef. Show your shop owner/manager of choice that you have cash in hand and they will probably find you a system post-haste. I'd look else where though from that shop you listed, Centuries were going for $5-600 before all this, if you buy one for that butt-rape price you'll kick yourself cause you'll be stuck with it or you'll get about half back out of it, just my honest advice from having one and my best friend having one as well.

  True, it is going to be a duty/SHTF weapons platform, I'll just suck it up I guess... :surrender:

Thanks fellers, that's the kinda info I want. Anything you DON'T like about them?

I only HAD a ST-15 carbine, I now have a BCM Mid-16 awaiting the funds for the BCM lower... Excellent choice on the DD btw, in CASE you haven't seen it, for your viewing pleasure; http://youtu.be/AUgzlF_4XUs

Does anyone have any experience with any variations of these sights? Wanting something like an Aimpoint but don't wanna break the bank doing it, thanks.

My gawd this is schmexy...

  Okay, that's pretty bad@$$, so how well does it work?

After talking to the fellers at the Outpost Armory I'm sold on Atlas Bi-Pods, from what I was told, they're the only bi-pods that Ronnie will let go on the new Barrett MRAD.

Welcome from the middle cousin.

Welcome cousin.

  Amen to that. I don't need a LWRC nor do I NEED a Ferrarri but I'd REEEEAAAALLLLLLLLYYYYYY like to have one...

Also, thanks for your service, for that, you may have ONE...

Welcome to the forum, if you want cookies, I have one word for you...

Welcome cousin, there were cookies but I got tired of waiting... you went from meh quality weapon to outstanding quality. The R1's are also great buys for their bang for buck. It is an addictive hobby, even in this dried up economy of no ammo.

  Google Maps is your friend. https://maps.google.com/maps?q=Beaver+Dams,+NY&hl=en&ll=42.273498,-76.92421&spn=0.150899,0.417137&sll=36.139814,-85.515593&sspn=0.164693,0.417137&oq=beaver+dam&hnear=Beaver+Dams,+Schuyler,+New+York&t=m&z=12