Chapter 47 - The M2 .50 Caliber Machine (Patreon)

I looked and grimaced at the M2A1 .50 caliber machine gun that was just sitting there, but my greed knew some limits. Even with a carrying handle, the thing weighed nearly 90 pounds, which meant few but me could even carry the thing on their own. Given the weight and recoil, it was only useful for fixed positions anyway. The ammo for this weapon would likely be near impossible to find outside a military base or a rare situation like this, so keeping it fully loaded would be a near impossible task. I also just didn’t have the fucking room for such a large weapon system in the Hummer And that was ignoring just how loud a .50 caliber bullet was. We’d attract every walker in a 5-mile radius if I fired this fucking thing.