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handed her the gun.
She bit her lip and ran a hand across the smooth chrome. “Dean, I can’t—”
“ Humor me.”
She nodded.
“ Okay, first rule,” I said. “Never place your finger on the trigger unless you’re about to fire. Pretend the gun is loaded at all times.” I took out the magazine and unloaded the gun. Then I showed her how to properly hold the Glock pistol and lock her arms.
Jackie’s trembling hands reached for the gun. She wrapped her palm around the grip and secured her hold with her other hand. “It’s empty, right?”
“ Yes, but it shouldn’t be. A zombie can come at any given minute. Always be prepared.”
She slammed the magazine in with shaking hands. Cocking the slide back, she successfully chambered a round. She slowly raised the gun and put her finger on the trigger. “I watched those things tear apart a sixty-five-year-old woman right before my eyes.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “She was in our group…my friend.”
I softly touched her back. “Jackie, I’m so sorry.”
“ I couldn’t do anything to help her. Maybe if I’d have had a gun like this, I could’ve done something.” She inhaled and let it out slowly. “Your sister’s right. I don’t want to watch a zombie munch on me while I’m still alive, screaming, and I don’t want to watch another friend die in front of me. I’ll give this gun thing a try.”
“ That’s all I’m asking.”
She gripped the gun tightly and pointed straight ahead at the fridge. “You know what?”
“ What?”
“ The next zombie I meet will die.”
I didn’t want to point out the irony of her words: Technically, they were dead meat already, but I got her point anyway. She wanted them “dead” as in unmoving, shapeless heaps. We all wanted the same thing. I knew she meant every word because the pain was evident in her voice. I couldn’t imagine losing the ones I loved in such a horrible way. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said.
“ She’s in a better place, and so are the others. Bless their souls.” She paused for a moment and then met my gaze. “Teach me, Dean. I want to learn everything. From this moment on, I refuse to run anymore.”
I came from behind and held her arms. I couldn’t help noticing her perfume, which smelled so good. “Stand facing the target with your feet shoulder-width apart.”
She glanced at me.
I smiled. “Now bend your knees slightly.” I inched closer and said in her ear, “Extend the handgun toward the target, keeping your arms straight and locked. Got it?”
“ Yeah.”
I shot her a grin and continued with the lesson. “Okay. Now, with your shoulders squared, your arms form the perfect position for shooting.”
“ I can do this,” she said with confidence.
“ Hold the gun on target,” I said in her ear. “If it’s a zombie, aim for the brain and shoot. It’s the only way to kill it. If that’s not comfortable for you, I can teach you another way to hold the gun.”
“ Show me.”
I nodded. “Okay. Stand like you’re ready to hit someone.”
“ Like a boxer?”
“ Exactly. Now, angle your support arm shoulder toward your target.” My hands moved across her body to help guide her.
“ Okay.” Her contours smoothed under my touch as she followed my instructions.
“ Bend your knees while keeping your body weight slightly forward. Grasp the gun using opposite pressure with both hands. Keep both elbows bent, with your support elbow pointing downward.”
She spun around. “I think I can do this.”
My eyes drifted down to her flat, toned stomach. I could have sworn she caught me looking at her belly ring, but I tried to change the subject quickly. “Look, I’ve given you some really good pointers, but I’m afraid it’s still not enough to survive out here. Why don’t you come with us?”
She set her bottle down. “Why?”
“ Because it’s dangerous. You know you can’t stay here.”
She let out a long breath. “Claire’s right.
She bit her lip and ran a hand across the smooth chrome. “Dean, I can’t—”
“ Humor me.”
She nodded.
“ Okay, first rule,” I said. “Never place your finger on the trigger unless you’re about to fire. Pretend the gun is loaded at all times.” I took out the magazine and unloaded the gun. Then I showed her how to properly hold the Glock pistol and lock her arms.
Jackie’s trembling hands reached for the gun. She wrapped her palm around the grip and secured her hold with her other hand. “It’s empty, right?”
“ Yes, but it shouldn’t be. A zombie can come at any given minute. Always be prepared.”
She slammed the magazine in with shaking hands. Cocking the slide back, she successfully chambered a round. She slowly raised the gun and put her finger on the trigger. “I watched those things tear apart a sixty-five-year-old woman right before my eyes.” Tears welled up in her eyes. “She was in our group…my friend.”
I softly touched her back. “Jackie, I’m so sorry.”
“ I couldn’t do anything to help her. Maybe if I’d have had a gun like this, I could’ve done something.” She inhaled and let it out slowly. “Your sister’s right. I don’t want to watch a zombie munch on me while I’m still alive, screaming, and I don’t want to watch another friend die in front of me. I’ll give this gun thing a try.”
“ That’s all I’m asking.”
She gripped the gun tightly and pointed straight ahead at the fridge. “You know what?”
“ What?”
“ The next zombie I meet will die.”
I didn’t want to point out the irony of her words: Technically, they were dead meat already, but I got her point anyway. She wanted them “dead” as in unmoving, shapeless heaps. We all wanted the same thing. I knew she meant every word because the pain was evident in her voice. I couldn’t imagine losing the ones I loved in such a horrible way. “I’m so sorry for your loss,” I said.
“ She’s in a better place, and so are the others. Bless their souls.” She paused for a moment and then met my gaze. “Teach me, Dean. I want to learn everything. From this moment on, I refuse to run anymore.”
I came from behind and held her arms. I couldn’t help noticing her perfume, which smelled so good. “Stand facing the target with your feet shoulder-width apart.”
She glanced at me.
I smiled. “Now bend your knees slightly.” I inched closer and said in her ear, “Extend the handgun toward the target, keeping your arms straight and locked. Got it?”
“ Yeah.”
I shot her a grin and continued with the lesson. “Okay. Now, with your shoulders squared, your arms form the perfect position for shooting.”
“ I can do this,” she said with confidence.
“ Hold the gun on target,” I said in her ear. “If it’s a zombie, aim for the brain and shoot. It’s the only way to kill it. If that’s not comfortable for you, I can teach you another way to hold the gun.”
“ Show me.”
I nodded. “Okay. Stand like you’re ready to hit someone.”
“ Like a boxer?”
“ Exactly. Now, angle your support arm shoulder toward your target.” My hands moved across her body to help guide her.
“ Okay.” Her contours smoothed under my touch as she followed my instructions.
“ Bend your knees while keeping your body weight slightly forward. Grasp the gun using opposite pressure with both hands. Keep both elbows bent, with your support elbow pointing downward.”
She spun around. “I think I can do this.”
My eyes drifted down to her flat, toned stomach. I could have sworn she caught me looking at her belly ring, but I tried to change the subject quickly. “Look, I’ve given you some really good pointers, but I’m afraid it’s still not enough to survive out here. Why don’t you come with us?”
She set her bottle down. “Why?”
“ Because it’s dangerous. You know you can’t stay here.”
She let out a long breath. “Claire’s right.
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