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“ 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.” 

elijah scoffed, rolling his eyes. “ said no one ever, gwen. my cockiness happens to add to my attractiveness. “ the teenager joked. as she reached for the gun, he handed it over to her, watching as she reloaded and one by one shot the cans off one by one. “ excuse you, i thought we were tryin’ to teach these people who to shoot, not show off just how amazin’ our aim was. way to hog the shootin’ range, gwenyth. ”  heading over to wooden ledge where the cans had once sat, the teen realigned a set of cans set off to the side while she dismissed her class. “ they were complaining about just handing out weapons in the crowds. “ he said, laughing humorlessly. “ we’re literally surrounded by who knows how many miles of the walking dead, and they’re still worried about gun use. “ the teen grumbled, picking up a springfield xd-s centerfire pistol out of the mesh of guns displayed across the tables, taking a moment to aim it before shooting each can off the ledge. “ honestly, these people are never going to be able to leave alexandria. they’re going to go down with the city whenever that happens.” he mumbled.

“well good, i don’t want to look like a huge idiot.” she laughed. her face dropped at the other’s words. they’ve been split up for awhile now and were reunited just a week ago. she didn’t want the other to leave her side because to hadley - gwen was the closet person to her here. “a few days?” she whispered under her breath as she ran her fingers through her hair, clenching her jaw. “i don’t really want you to leave. but that’s a little selfish of me, huh?”

Danielle knee down next to the male and looked over the wound. “Maybe. I see an exit wound which is good, it means the bullet is not buried inside. I need him to be taken inside.” 

a hand fell over the boy’s heart as a gesture of flattery. “ you make me so special for being younger than all y’all. “ he joked, breaking through the crowd and heading over to her. the whispers had picked up a little; now probably about how wrong it was for a kid to be running for the little town. “ uh - excuse me, i happen to be really good at what i do.” he remarked, slightly offended. “ now i may not be gwen good, but i doubt they would let me set foot out of the safe zone if i didn’t have a pretty good aim. “ he said, as the gun was shoved at him. “ see? i must be good enough if you’re letting me shoot in here. with a crowd this big i could easily hit someone if i wasn’t well trained. “ he joked, checking out the shot gun handed to him. it wasn’t his shot gun, but it would do.  resting the recoil pad comfortably against the spot above his armpit, the teen took aim to a small group of battered cans set up a little ways from them and pulled the trigger. the shot rang out, causing some people to flinch, the can flying as it was hit. “ who’s not very good now, huh gwen? ” the teen asked, nose wrinkled as he stuck his tongue out at the girl.

Rain. Wyatt loved the rain. He couldn’t help but admire the sound, the smell, just everything that accompanied it. Wyatt sat on the porch of his house, his temporary house, just underneath shelter while he watched the rain hit the cement paths of Alexandria. With his bag in between his legs, he opened it, pulling out a sketch book and a pencil. Leaning back onto the porch, Wyatt began to draw, that was until he heard the steps of someone walking towards him, Who would be walking in the rain? Wyatt thought to himself as he looked out for anyone nearby. 

she never appreciated rain like the others because all it did was slow her down when she needed to move faster. a small sigh escaped her lips as she quickly made her way past the locked houses. the cabin she had been staying in was on the other side of the safe zone and she could feel herself getting closer to cold. gwenyth couldn’t afford to get sick. the people around her needed her to collect food and water whenever supplies were low. gwenyth’s jacket created a shield above her head before she ran up a few stairs to an unfamiliar house. the brunette was a little startled when she saw the figure sitting outside. “i, uh -- sorry. wouldn’t it be better if you were inside? i heard there was a storm coming.”

“ the only thing worse than these flesh-eating fuckers is not having any cigarettes to help deal with it. ” the brunette mumbled to the other, digging the toe of her shoe into the ground. she was well aware that she was greatly exaggerating. but at the same time, it FELT true in a way. without being able to go out to the store and grab a pack, she was slowly being forced to quit smoking cold turkey. and it was quickly putting her on edge.

“we’re in the middle of an apocalypse. the last thing you should be worried about is not sucking on the end of a cigarette.” gwen was never one to hold back what she wanted to say, no matter how blunt it really was. the brunette’s arms folded perfectly against her chest and her brows now were raised. “if you really feel as though you’re going to die, i’ll find you a pack or two when i go out on my next run.”

hadley leaned against the wall as she looked at the other who was sitting on the counter in front of her. mimicking the other as she ran her fingers through her dyed roots. “since you’re such a professional, i might have to come to you every morning so i can get my ties semi-professionally done.” she teased, playfully pushing the brunette’s knee.

he’d just been an innocent bystander, making his way back to his mom’s place when he heard gwen’s voice ringing out over a crowd of people. they were murmuring something about how weapons were not something to be played with or just handed out, and he couldn’t help but snort at that accusation. they were surrounded by the living dead, and other groups who wanted to kill them for no reason other than the fact that they were insane. slipping his way through the crowd, he couldn’t help but laugh with the following question that had left gwen’s mouth. “ is that even a real question gwen? “ he asked. “ it’s the head. get it in it’s decomposin’ brain, you got yerself a dead walker. “ he said loudly, pointing a finger gun to his head and pulling the imaginary trigger for emphasis. 

“no… i mean if anything i would make my life easier and wear a clip tie.” she let out a soft laugh at the others words, licking her lips as she noticed the smirk on the girl’s lips. “okay fine. it does look a little better than my own tie.” she smiled as she tugged on the fabric as she looked over at the other. “thank you.”

Her remark elicited an exaggerated eyeroll of his own, one practically audible in the now almost empty weapon-slash-classroom. “Yes, mom.” Sam chorused back, giving an ammo box a quick rattle before setting it on the table, his rifle and gear back soon joining it in a small pile. “If I took a break, they’d only stick me teaching one of these classes.” While Alexandria had become a home to him these last few months, or as much as he’d let it, the thought of being trapped inside these walls made him grimace. “I’d rather take my chances with the walkers any day. At least they’re supposed to be mindless.”

“Here’s a hint,” An uninvited voice called across the makeshift classroom, heralding its owner stepping through the doorway by a few seconds. Fresh from a few days on the road, Emerson was looking a little rough and ready around the edges, scuffed and bruised from a few close calls while trying to navigate it back to the safe zone. “Most of you’ll be wanting to blow it out by the end of the lesson.” He continued,  sparing Gwenyth a impudent wink as he stepped past her and her ‘students’, making a beeline for the ammo cabinet to stock up once more. “Seriously, Keller, if they don’t know something as basic as how to take down a Walker by now, there’s really no helping them.”

“Well that’s not good, come on we have to move fast.” She said before grabbing her bag and making her way outside. 

a small sigh escaped her plump lips before directing her to the wounded male. her folded arms were now pressed against her chest. “are you able to save him?”

“Yes, yes I am. Where was he shot? Is he bleeding a lot?” She asked, while gathering all the supplies she would need.

“side torso !! honestly, i’m surprised we got him back to camp alive.” stress was evident in her features as she tried her best to stay calm for the others outside that huddled around him. “yes, he’s bleeding way too much.”

“I’m a little busy doing inventory. Is there anything I can help you with?”

“are you danielle ?? i need you, quick. a runner's shot -- friendly fire.”

hadley furrowed her brows at the other’s comment before she looked down and tugged on her tie. “i thought it looked good.” she chuckled, “could you possibly, y’know. help me out?” 

she nodded, walking a few steps closer to the female as her fingers unravelled the fabric. “did no one ever teach you?” her brows were now raised as a small smirk tugged at her pink lips. it didn’t take her long before she smoothed down the knot. “there you go. perfect.”