Chris tossed his wallet back onto the passenger seat as he drove through the rain, the single driver-side wiper working hard to keep the rain out of his vision. He kept his eye on the horizon for any stations. *Rrrrrrrgg* "Aww, F*ck
" He checked his rations bag, only to find it empty. Luckily for him, there was a service station nearby. "I hope they got food in there
No, not now!!"
He pressed the starter button. The engine coughed once, but she didn't start. "No, no, no!! Please don't do this to me!!" He sighed and steered the car to the side of the road. He got out, and began pushing it to the station. Luckily, the station wasn't too far away. He pushed the car to the parking lot next to a van and walked inside. At least the cashier was a Zangoose. She seemed bored out of her mind as she filed her long claws. Chris walked through the aisles of bread and whatnot. "A lot of shady characters here
" He thought to himself. He got a sack of bread, some cheese, ham, and a gallon of juice. "*sigh*
Making a purchase
?" She turned on the register and scanned the stuff. "$20.49
". Chris's gut hurt as he realized he didn't have enough cash. He was about to reach for his wallet to check again until he was struck on the back of the head with a metallic object.
"DON'T YOU MOVE!!! HAND OVER THE MONEY!!!"
! Please, just don't hurt me!"
Chris held the back of his head as he slowly peeked up. There were four guys holding guns. The one over him had a SPAS-12 shotgun, the guy climbing over the counter had a Glock 18, and the other two were guarding the door, holding AK-47's. He slowly moved on leg between shotgun's legs and waited until he was busy. Glock started taking the money, and shotgun stared relaxing. Chris drove his foot up shotgun's crotch, and he screamed loudly, dropping the shotgun. Chris picked up a can of soda and threw it at Glock, who took it across the forehead. He jumped over the counter before the AK gunmen can shoot him. He pulled the Zangoose down and flung a bag of chips to catch their attention. They shot, and Chris jumped out and roundhouses the closest guy. He kicks the Kalashnikov aside and runs toward the other. The other gunman dropped his rifle and took off his hood, revealing him to be an anthro Arcanine. They circle each other for a bit, and Chris makes the first move. They trade punches and kicks, taking a few, dodging and blocking a few. The Arcanine grabbed his arm and threw him against the fridge. He swung at Chris, and he ducked, with the punch striking the refrigerator door and shattering it.
The cashier was scared out of her mind. She slowly crawled out and saw shotgun getting up and picking up a Kalashnikov. She picks up the shotgun and, being too afraid to fire it, throws it at him. It hits the side of his head, rendering him unconscious.
The Arcanine reels back in pain and holds his bloody wrist. He went at Chris and swung at him again, missing every attack. Chris grabbed a rag and whupped his injured wrist. He howled out, and Chris kicked him across the chest very hard. He flew out the window and onto the pavement. He slowly rolled to his side and coughed up blood. Chris sighed and rubbed the back of his head. He picked up the Glock and put on the safety, and shoved it into his back pocket. The cashier got up and hugged Chris tightly. "Thank you so much, I don't know how to repay you!" Chris rubbed her back and pointed at his Viper. "I need it free of charge, please."
The next day, he rolled out with his fixed car, his free food, and a sense of achievement. The Zangoose and the employees waved as he drove away. "Gotta find a fighting stadium
" he said as he fixed himself a sandwich.