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That was a lot of work for something that you saw on the internet. It's probably not even going to work!" Melanie chided.
"I think you should stand behind me... Just incase you're right." Clay said, drawing back the rifles cocking lug. When it was fully drawn, he released the mechanism and it slammed forward with a SHUCK.
Melanie moved behind Clay as he shouldered the rifle.
"You're going to kill one of us with this stupid idea..." Mel said, as she tucked herself behind him.
Clay had already directed his head lamp which he had laid on the floor, down the aisle he was facing. He too had his doubts. This was just too easy. But, considering how formidable of a weapon that this slight rifle could become if he could suppress it, the payoff would be enormous.
Clay took a few deep breaths, then exhaled slightly. He began squeezing the trigger and grip with his entire hand. The rifle hadn't been zeroed yet, but he focused the crosshairs on a box containing tableware that had been illuminated by his headlamp.
He maintained his focus and continued to gently squeeze until...
SHUCK! PING!
A round zipped down range and the action cycled. The tiny projectile having hit something which had been composed of metal.
"Holy shit!" Clay said excitedly.
"What?" Melanie asked.
"It worked! It actually worked!" Clay said, laughing for few seconds afterwards.
"Did you even fire it?" Mel prodded.
"Yah! Didn't you hear it? The rifle action cycled!" he exclaimed.
"Woooow... You're pretty proud of yourself aren't you?" Melanie ribbed.
Clay placed the crosshairs back onto the box of tableware and began squeezing the trigger as fast as he could, until the magazine was empty…
SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK, P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PING!
Melanie had been watching this time and became equally impressed with Clay's contraption. Even while standing directly behind him, the only sound audible to her was the sliding of the metal components inside the rifle and a quiet popping caused by the bullet breaking the sound barrier, which was only slightly louder then the first.
"Alright, it works... But are you sure that those little bullets can even kill an infected? Aren't bullets typically... A lot bigger? Just look at the size of your shotgun shells!" Mel said.
"Those shotgun shells are filled with tiny projectiles that are about the same size as a twenty-two caliber bullet. The difference being, a shotgun throws a pattern of shot and a rifle shoots a bullet precisely." Clay explained.
"If you shoot a man in the head with this, he's going to drop. With this thing, we can shoot all we want, without worrying about drawing the attention of every infected within earshot." Clay continued, beaming over his own success.
"I see..." Melanie said. Beginning to understand why he was so excited about his little project.
Clay stepped aside and held the rifle out to Melanie.
"No, I don't know how to shoot." she said hesitantly, taking a step back.
"Well, you're going to have to learn... Because this is yours now." Clay said with a smile, pressing the rifle's receiver gently into her chest.
*****
Shooting wasn't nearly as difficult as Mel had initially expected it to be. Keeping in mind that the targets which she had been practicing on were all relatively close. However, Clay had instructed her to keep all of her shots between twenty-five and forty yards. He explained that in keeping her shots anywhere between those two distances, she wouldn't be required to compensate for the natural arc of the projectile. Clay had been a good teacher. Melanie was becoming increasingly confident in her ability to hit what she was aiming at with the little rifle.
"Firing the rifle accurately at these close ranges is the easy part, Mel." Clay said.
"What do you mean? What's the hard part than?" she asked.
"Remember back on the road? Before the farm house? The man who grabbed your leg... You said that you knew him from
"I think you should stand behind me... Just incase you're right." Clay said, drawing back the rifles cocking lug. When it was fully drawn, he released the mechanism and it slammed forward with a SHUCK.
Melanie moved behind Clay as he shouldered the rifle.
"You're going to kill one of us with this stupid idea..." Mel said, as she tucked herself behind him.
Clay had already directed his head lamp which he had laid on the floor, down the aisle he was facing. He too had his doubts. This was just too easy. But, considering how formidable of a weapon that this slight rifle could become if he could suppress it, the payoff would be enormous.
Clay took a few deep breaths, then exhaled slightly. He began squeezing the trigger and grip with his entire hand. The rifle hadn't been zeroed yet, but he focused the crosshairs on a box containing tableware that had been illuminated by his headlamp.
He maintained his focus and continued to gently squeeze until...
SHUCK! PING!
A round zipped down range and the action cycled. The tiny projectile having hit something which had been composed of metal.
"Holy shit!" Clay said excitedly.
"What?" Melanie asked.
"It worked! It actually worked!" Clay said, laughing for few seconds afterwards.
"Did you even fire it?" Mel prodded.
"Yah! Didn't you hear it? The rifle action cycled!" he exclaimed.
"Woooow... You're pretty proud of yourself aren't you?" Melanie ribbed.
Clay placed the crosshairs back onto the box of tableware and began squeezing the trigger as fast as he could, until the magazine was empty…
SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK SHUCK, P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-PING!
Melanie had been watching this time and became equally impressed with Clay's contraption. Even while standing directly behind him, the only sound audible to her was the sliding of the metal components inside the rifle and a quiet popping caused by the bullet breaking the sound barrier, which was only slightly louder then the first.
"Alright, it works... But are you sure that those little bullets can even kill an infected? Aren't bullets typically... A lot bigger? Just look at the size of your shotgun shells!" Mel said.
"Those shotgun shells are filled with tiny projectiles that are about the same size as a twenty-two caliber bullet. The difference being, a shotgun throws a pattern of shot and a rifle shoots a bullet precisely." Clay explained.
"If you shoot a man in the head with this, he's going to drop. With this thing, we can shoot all we want, without worrying about drawing the attention of every infected within earshot." Clay continued, beaming over his own success.
"I see..." Melanie said. Beginning to understand why he was so excited about his little project.
Clay stepped aside and held the rifle out to Melanie.
"No, I don't know how to shoot." she said hesitantly, taking a step back.
"Well, you're going to have to learn... Because this is yours now." Clay said with a smile, pressing the rifle's receiver gently into her chest.
*****
Shooting wasn't nearly as difficult as Mel had initially expected it to be. Keeping in mind that the targets which she had been practicing on were all relatively close. However, Clay had instructed her to keep all of her shots between twenty-five and forty yards. He explained that in keeping her shots anywhere between those two distances, she wouldn't be required to compensate for the natural arc of the projectile. Clay had been a good teacher. Melanie was becoming increasingly confident in her ability to hit what she was aiming at with the little rifle.
"Firing the rifle accurately at these close ranges is the easy part, Mel." Clay said.
"What do you mean? What's the hard part than?" she asked.
"Remember back on the road? Before the farm house? The man who grabbed your leg... You said that you knew him from
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