“ i’m gonna have to disagree with that. the aim meaning you can shoot part, not the you being a good teacher. my mom can aim, but she sure as hell can’t shoot properly. there’s a reason nick and i did all that out there. “ he called over his shoulder as he walked off. “ i don’t either, i’ve got my gun on me at all times, and more often than not a knife or some sort. “ he said, clicking the safety back on after shooting and setting the gun down. “is what bad? sitting like untrained ducks here? uh, yeah. no doubt this place will crumble eventually. everywhere else has. what makes us special? “ he asked, looking through all the guns in front of him. “ thanks, i practiced a lot before the end. “ laughing slightly, he picked up one of the guns, popping out the magazine and tucking it into his back pocket. “ i’ll replace it, i’m just running low right now. “ he said, moving a few guns out of the way gently before taking a seat on the table. “ i doubt they’ll go along willingly. they’ve deluded themselves into thinking this place is never going to fall.”
“well, let’s agree to disagree ??” she spoke before pulling out one of the empty magazines. it seemed like all she was doing was continually filling them up for everyone else to use. she missed running past the gates that separated the walkers from the rest of them. gwenyth hadn’t been able to run for necessities for month and it was all because she was made to train newcomers. gwenyth started to fill the magazines up with bullets that flooded one of the drawers, tapping each one gently against the table when they were complete. “it’s fine, you don’t have to. i’d rather you taking something to save your life then risking your life to get it back.” she laughed before shaking her head. “they’ve also deluded everyone else in the process.”















