"No! Don't do it! He's innocent! Noooooo!" He woke up panting, sweating, and with his shotgun, pointing at the wall. He started crying. His brother, his best friend, died of a gun, and yet he still wielded one. Was he crazy? Or did he realize that gunshave power like no other? His powerful brother died of a gun. A sword wouldn't have worked. A knife wouldn'tve. But the gun did. A small one. A pistol. Guns hold power like no other. The bigger, usually the better.
The man got up. "What is my name?" he thought. "WHAT IS MY NAAAAAME?!" he yelled suddenly. After that person killed his brother a week ago, he forgot his name. He told the few people he met to call him Noname (pronounced nanommy. He wanted a cool name but also wanted it to be spelled like another word) just before he "released" them. He doesn't want anybody to suffer like he has any longer. He kills any who are alone. He sends them to the Great World as he calls it. But he rarely ever thinks anything other than "who will hire me next," "who will i release next," "what is my name," "why," (to everything) and "will I always be alone?"
He stayed in his bed, crying for a long time. If he didn't know any better, he'd've thought days have passed. He stopped. "I'm gonna need to leave this house and go somewhere else soon. I have been here for so long. I have to keep moving, or else somebody could find me." His mind flashed with the memory of his brother dying again. The pistol up to his head. The blood splattered everywhere. The hole in his head where you could see inside of him. Up to his brain even. He felt sick. He leaned out the window right next to the bed and retched. A whole minute and he was still vomiting up a storm. He didn't even have anything in his stomach. He hasn't eaten for a day. An entire day and he was still able to puke like this. Something was wrong.
But what? This wasn't normal. Except for... But it couldn't be. He was still still purely sane. Maybe not, actually. But he wasn't starving either. He ate and drank enough. It's probably just some kind bug. It's fine. Gotta keep moving.
When Noname was finished, he walked away from the window of the second-story apartment and walked over to the side of his bed. He still Had his shotgun in his hand. He grabbed his satchel (decorated with Naruto Shippuden charaters and symbols) of Ammo and checked it. Each pocket was still full to the top. He closed the satchel and put it over his head. Then he walked over to his dufflebag of supplies and checked that. Still full to the top.
He pulled out a couple of chocolate chewy granola bars from his bag. He was surprised he was able to find somebody that was able to give this away. It wasn't just an offbrand one or homemade either. It was Quaker Oats. When he finished his two granola bars he pulle out something extremely rare and hard to get. But he had 20 or more of them. An entire Hershey's bar. Half eaten by him, but still good. He finished off the sugary snack and put his dufflebag on his shoulder.
He walked over to his silver pistol. Just a simple Glock. Couldn't tell which one, but could tell it was a Glock. He put it in his waist holster. He put his sniper rifle on his back. It was homemade out of broken sniper parts so it didn't have a name. He just calledit Power. And it was. One of the most powerful and longest distance sniper made at all, let alone made by hand at home. He was talented. He kept his tactical shotgun in his hands.
He met somebody almost as soon as he stepped outside. They tried taking his dufflebag. He put his shotgun in his left hand and pulled out a knife from the person's pocket, but just before Noname stabbed the person, he caught a glimpse of two more people, no guns. He stopped mid-stab. The person was still struggling with Noname's bag. Noname caught their hands and sat down. He put the knife back in the person's sheath and gave them 10 granola bars and said, "Here. You aren't alone. Share these with your friends over there."
"Arigatou gozainmasu," said the person hidden in the cloak.
"You're welcome. This building is safe, so if you need a place to stay, stay here."
The person got their friends and took them in the building. Noname walked. He sensed somebody other than those three were in the building there was 1 person. No 2. No. 5 people just arrived. Noname thought that as long as they didn't have guns, the trio was safe. But if the group had even one gun, which was extremely likely, the trio wouldn't live to see another granola bar. They would encounter in 3... Noname walked... 2... He kept walking... 1... Noname turned around and ran. He found a good place to snipe in the window where the groups were about to meet... 0.
Noname saw the groups collide. The cloaked trio turned around, but Noname heard a gunshot and a body fell. Noname put the scope up to his eye. He was waiting for whichever person was the last man standing. Noname releases all who are alone. Another gunshot. There were now four out of five. Two more shots and two v. two. The next person dead decides their partner's fate. Two shots. Two bodies fell. One on either side. Noname took his rifle and used two bullets out of the 17 in his mag and headshot both parties. They will not suffer loneliness anymore.
Another day. Just like any other. No different. Hd helps some people and ends up kiling them anyway. A lonely world. A horrible world. He couldn't wait until he died and went to the Great World. But first, he had to release every other soul. He picked up his shotgun anc put his sniper rifle on his back and walked away. No need to pick up the food. It was stale anyway. He knew this would happen.
FPS! NO GAME! THIS IS REAL! NO GAME!