ATannie-this is the end pt2

>The drive goes on for many hours
>You sleep uneasy, but it’s better than no sleep at all, right?
>The dreams come and go, unpleasant in their nature without really becoming nightmares
>The kind of dream you wouldn’t remember the next morning even of you tried
>Morning? This far north morning was just “late night”, rather than “early day”
>But when Annie pokes you in your side many hours later, the sun is actually up

Good morning!
>”Good morning Annie… wait, we’re here already? how far have you driven?”
Somewhere in the region of 700 miles. I think
>”Chirst, you looks like you’ve seen another war. You can get some rest as soon as i’ve checked the place is safe, sounds good?”

>Annie tries to say something a few times but isn’t quite managing it
>It’s not the first time she has been like this
>Her body works just fine, but it seems she has marshmellows where the brain should be
>But it’s usually after a night of very heavy drinking, rather than sleep deprivation
>One time she even impressed herself with reading an 8 letter word within 15 minutes of waking up on the floor, but only after claiming someone had “poured diesel in her absinth”

>So, for the moment you leave her in the car and take your AR with you for a look around
>in front of you, a very large house, almost heading towards “mansion” territory
>It wouldn’t have looked out of place at all at those late night shows with people claiming there was ghosts or some shit in the house the just moved to
>But for now, it was time to check that you were alone here
>Some other men get out of the other two cars to start look over the place
>It turned out to be an entirely futile thing to do, since no one had been here for months
>You return to the car and your barely functioning Annie
    >”Annie, you still with me?”
    Augh… yes
    >”I promise you can be in a bed and asleep in five minutes, just tell everyone to remain in gun form for the time being. Can you do that for me? Please?”
    For you… anything. But please help me a little?

    >You sling her arm around your neck and help her around to the back of the car

    Hello little ones, my name is Annie. You are all safe now, and are among people who wishes you no harm. But for the… uhm…
    Anon what do i say?
    >”For the moment? Or something else?”
    No, that

    So, little ones. For the moment, please remain as you are, and i’ll give any and all of you the attention you need. This is Anon by the way. He is nice

    >You helped Annie walk around to the other cars
    >She explained the same thing to them to
    >And then, her legs gave in
    >you were now faced with carrying almost 200 lbs of sleeping woman up two flight of stairs
    >It is a back breaking job
    >But it is doable
    >Your relationship with Annie hadn’t really weakened you
    >You were eating better than you ever had been eating earlier
    >You were even working out more seriously… and sometimes in less serious ways
    >But Annie is still a big girl
    >You are just a little exhausted when she hits the bed with a thud a few minutes later, completely knocked out
    >you get her out of any thicker clothing, shoes and socks before tucking her in
    >You just sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes, making sure her almost magic black hair flowed neatly to her side
    >You find yourself smiling, which in turn led to an even bigger smile
    >But now you had a very long sorting job in front of you
    >Quick maths gives you ~2000 firearms that are going to come in today
    >Each one of them had to be stored somewhere until the shitstorm concerning guns having people in them
    >The plan was to take it easy a few months and then starting taking care of it all
    >But the more you really see what you have to deal with…
    >This could take years
    >This has to be initiated sooner
    >But for now, the cars have to be unloaded


>Each gun was taken out of the car, brought in and was given a number
>First gun was an AK pattern rifle with a very narrow metal stock and grip mismatched to the handguard
>Or was it the other way around?
>You couldn’t ponder too much about that
>It was added to the archive as “ #1: AKM clone, 5774”
>5774 was for the last four digits in the serial number, since you had a feeling there were going to be quite a lot of AK pattern weapons
>A piece of red tape was added to the handguard. it simply said “#1.”
>They do say a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

>The white Ford is almost a full ton lighter at this point, and the last entry in your book was “#235: S/F AR, short, 5916”
>You hand over the AR to your companion who takes it and leaves the room
>That was the first car empty
>what that meant was one team could go home

“Anon, your car is empty. Planning on heading home?”

>A man in his late 20s who has spent some considerable time carrying firearms sits down across to you

>”Me? Nah man. Annie is sleeping now. Would you dare wake her up and put her in a car?”
“Hell no. Heeeeell no”
>”Well, go figure. Get the shitty old van and get the fuck out, will you?”

>The man puts on a big grin

“Thanks man, i owe ya. Big time”
>”No problems man. Just keep your phone… wait a second, you’re already set to leave?
“I’m always ready”

>The man grins again

>”heh. Well, keep your phone on, and don’t bring up that shitty fucking Civic when you get back up here, alright?”
“Dude, it’s an Integra, and it isn’t even a Honda, and it has…”
>”...almost as much power as the starter motor for the Pontiac”

>You both share a laugh

>”You take it easy man, alright?”
“Of course. See you later Anon”
>The man was foul mouthed, usually lazy, and had the habit of being an annoying cunt
>But he was reliable as few other men were
>Someone you could trust
>Even if he drove a Civic

>You sit back and take a sip from you now cold cup of coffee
>It took 4 people almost 3 hours to put these 235 weapons into temporary storage
>And that was from one car
>There were 8 or so left
>You spent just over two full days in that little room
>It ended up with you doing nothing but writing down two numbers for each gun and a very short description for it an an Excel sheet
>And on that wednesday evening, or maybe it was a thursday morning, the final weapon received it’s number and was placed in one of the many rooms in the entire mansion that was now filled to the brim with firearms
>You get out of that slightly uncomfortable chair and stumble towards the bed
>Bed… A place all proper people should be in at single digit hours
>But just as you are about to begin the two stair long climb, you see a light coming from the… kitchen?
>No one has been in the kitchen for several hours
>And you always turn the lights out when you are done
>That means some else is…

>”Hey Annie”
Anon dear
>”What are you doing up at this ungodly hour?”
Taking care of my man. What about you?
>”Aren’t just you too sweet...”

>Annie hands you a glass


Sweet. Not too sweet. Drink it
>“Warm milk…”
Yes, it helps with the sleeping. How is your work going?
>”Just finished the last one”
So we just finished the easy part?
“Pretty much, yeah. Now comes speaking to everyone, figuring out where they live, how we make that transport and then actually driving there”

>Annie goes quiet for a moment

So how many do we have now?
>”2291”
We have some work to do then. But that is for another day. Now we are going to bed
>”Yeah Annie, let me just-”
No
>”Hey, i just have to-”
No. You are coming to bed
>”Come on, you can’t just-”
Yes. Yes i can. Do you want me to carry you upstairs?

>You put the empty glass down… somewhere
>Annie opens her arms
>the open arms say “come here”
>There isn’t much you can do but take a step forwards and embrace her, folding your arms around her waist

No no, you know how this works. Around my neck

>You listen to her and put your arms around her neck instead
>Soon after, she takes hold of your bottom and lifts you up

Now, legs around my waist~
>”Yes Annie…”

>And thus, you were carried up two flights of stairs undressed and put to bed