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better, so the adjustment to mine was a bit harder. When the wind
started to swirl, I thought I had him. He missed low, missed right, then
nailed two in a row. His last shot hit the target in the right shoulder. After
two rounds, the game was tied at four.
We never got in the third round,
because all of our firing had drawn a pretty decent pack of wolves. We had
Marvel, my watcher, watching our asses but he was such an idiot that he was
focused on the game and not watching. At least he was pulling for me.
Anyway, we had a tense few moments
when the wolves attacked. We all acquitted ourselves well. Ian had two
Beretta nine millimeters with 15 round mags and could shoot really well with
both hands. He was a machine. No misses, no wasted motion, reloads as fast as
a striking snake.
I had a Sig .45 but it only held 7
rounds, and I only had two magazines, so I ended up using my trusty katana to
finish up a few. Thank God Ian was backing me up, though. I got the blade
stuck in the back of one guy’s skull and the bone must have been thick because
I couldn’t get it out. I had to stand with one foot on his head and one on his
back and wiggle the goddamn thing back and forth until it came out. Then it
broke, so I used the remaining shard to drop one,
Fortunately, Marvel had entered the
fray with his auto Mac 9 and sprayed everything, including a few wolves. He
almost nailed Ian, and Ian almost dropped him but was able to hold the shot.
Since the zombies were all done, Ian took a moment to bust Marvel’s nose up
with a short left, but had to stop there since we knew more were coming. We
bugged out and got back to camp as quick as we could.
When Santos found out that he’d
almost lost his two top snipers because they were playing a game, he locked us
up together for a day or so. No food, no water. No bucket to shit in. The
cell was small enough that you couldn’t really stand up, either. A good
reminder that we were slaves, after all. But Ian and I became fast friends that
day. It was either that or he’d have to kill me, because I reminded him about
two hundred times that we were tied. In fact, I claimed to be the best sniper
in the world, since I’d shot the best single five round clip ever.
Ian snorted, but he had to admit I
had a point!
Chapter 25
Jack’s Journey--Botched
Micah and I finally arrived at the
armory. Waited outside, hidden under a rolled-over semi. We could see a
corner of the parking lot, and the main gate. Heavy zombie traffic, including
a lot of wolves and brains. A bunch of the intact ones. We were well hidden,
and we hung there for over a day.
A few times, I saw Mike through my
scope. He’d grown a bit, seemed to be thriving. He’d filled in a bit, but his
eyes were hollow.
He was in and out all the time. It
appeared that he had some freedom. He was usually with a ginger redneck and
big soldier.
Mike’s freedom gave me hope that Kate
was alive, since I could not see Mike doing anything for the zombies if she
were dead.
Later that day, I saw someone attack
Mike while he wasn’t paying attention. He was just standing there all alone,
checking the area out with binoculars. The attacker had a slight build, tall,
looked like a female. She landed a blow with some type of pole, sending Mike
spinning to the ground. He was laying on his back, looking up at her. There
was no one else around the help. The big soldier had left an hour before, and
the redneck was for some reason not with Mike. This attacker pulled a knife,
moved towards Mike, and made a motion like she was about to slit his throat. Not
knowing what else to do, I take the shot. Just as I see Mike laughing and
smiling.
I think I just killed a friend. In
addition to blowing any advantage that I might have had to launch a surprise
attack.
Chapter 26: Mike’s Diary--Crushed
Life in this new world sucks. Today,
I lost the love
started to swirl, I thought I had him. He missed low, missed right, then
nailed two in a row. His last shot hit the target in the right shoulder. After
two rounds, the game was tied at four.
We never got in the third round,
because all of our firing had drawn a pretty decent pack of wolves. We had
Marvel, my watcher, watching our asses but he was such an idiot that he was
focused on the game and not watching. At least he was pulling for me.
Anyway, we had a tense few moments
when the wolves attacked. We all acquitted ourselves well. Ian had two
Beretta nine millimeters with 15 round mags and could shoot really well with
both hands. He was a machine. No misses, no wasted motion, reloads as fast as
a striking snake.
I had a Sig .45 but it only held 7
rounds, and I only had two magazines, so I ended up using my trusty katana to
finish up a few. Thank God Ian was backing me up, though. I got the blade
stuck in the back of one guy’s skull and the bone must have been thick because
I couldn’t get it out. I had to stand with one foot on his head and one on his
back and wiggle the goddamn thing back and forth until it came out. Then it
broke, so I used the remaining shard to drop one,
Fortunately, Marvel had entered the
fray with his auto Mac 9 and sprayed everything, including a few wolves. He
almost nailed Ian, and Ian almost dropped him but was able to hold the shot.
Since the zombies were all done, Ian took a moment to bust Marvel’s nose up
with a short left, but had to stop there since we knew more were coming. We
bugged out and got back to camp as quick as we could.
When Santos found out that he’d
almost lost his two top snipers because they were playing a game, he locked us
up together for a day or so. No food, no water. No bucket to shit in. The
cell was small enough that you couldn’t really stand up, either. A good
reminder that we were slaves, after all. But Ian and I became fast friends that
day. It was either that or he’d have to kill me, because I reminded him about
two hundred times that we were tied. In fact, I claimed to be the best sniper
in the world, since I’d shot the best single five round clip ever.
Ian snorted, but he had to admit I
had a point!
Chapter 25
Jack’s Journey--Botched
Micah and I finally arrived at the
armory. Waited outside, hidden under a rolled-over semi. We could see a
corner of the parking lot, and the main gate. Heavy zombie traffic, including
a lot of wolves and brains. A bunch of the intact ones. We were well hidden,
and we hung there for over a day.
A few times, I saw Mike through my
scope. He’d grown a bit, seemed to be thriving. He’d filled in a bit, but his
eyes were hollow.
He was in and out all the time. It
appeared that he had some freedom. He was usually with a ginger redneck and
big soldier.
Mike’s freedom gave me hope that Kate
was alive, since I could not see Mike doing anything for the zombies if she
were dead.
Later that day, I saw someone attack
Mike while he wasn’t paying attention. He was just standing there all alone,
checking the area out with binoculars. The attacker had a slight build, tall,
looked like a female. She landed a blow with some type of pole, sending Mike
spinning to the ground. He was laying on his back, looking up at her. There
was no one else around the help. The big soldier had left an hour before, and
the redneck was for some reason not with Mike. This attacker pulled a knife,
moved towards Mike, and made a motion like she was about to slit his throat. Not
knowing what else to do, I take the shot. Just as I see Mike laughing and
smiling.
I think I just killed a friend. In
addition to blowing any advantage that I might have had to launch a surprise
attack.
Chapter 26: Mike’s Diary--Crushed
Life in this new world sucks. Today,
I lost the love
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