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Everyday carry. Hitting the streets full force with this one. 📷🎞🎅🏻 #legacyshooters #makeeveryshotcount
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...And then there were fewer. 5 of these bad boys left from their final production run. Link in bio ☝🏻🎞💀 #legacyshooters #makeeveryshotcount
Our Keep Film Alive Legacy Shooters enamel pins are live in the shop. 1.25" antique gold plating with black enamel fill and black rubber clutch.
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Today is brought to you by the letter F. 🎞☁️🍂 #legacyshooters #makeeveryshotcount (at Bushwick, Brooklyn)
Analog Essentials | @leopardsang sticks to the basics with our sold out series III shooters patch, a sweet knife and a classic nikkor ais lens. Happy Friday! ✌🏻️💀🎞🔥 #legacyshooters #makeeveryshotcount
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A winning combo right there from our friend @thisa_guy who took the plunge and acquired his first leica, a gorgeous M6 🙌🏻 Strapped up and ready to go with one of our dark amber spring clip legacy straps #legacyshooters #makeeveryshotcount
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"What are you doing here, kid?"
Joel was strolling into the destroyed streets of town, sighing in disbelief as he searched every little aspects of this area. The only items found upon his little mission was three cans of food, six clips for his pistol and a comic book. Joel examined the illustrated magazine, frowning as he faintly remembered his little partner. "Where are you Ellie..." he whispered.
Ellie limped feebly down the road, grimacing with the effort of walking. Blood slowly seeped through her jeans from her injured calf, a result of a hunter battle they had stumbled upon while searching for supplies and were almost instantly forced to flee. Fuck. They should have never gotten separated; had they not lost sight of one another this would have never happened. Thankfully the bullet took only skin and muscle, not even coming near to hitting bone — but still, it didn’t keep it from violently throbbing with each step. Had she not heard faint clicking a while back, the girl would have called out for her companion, but knowing the streets weren’t empty kept her mouth firmly shut save for labored breathing as she continued to move forwards. Oh man, he’s not gonna like this.
At an intersection, she stopped and rested against an old and obviously broken light post, tipping her head back to settle on the cool metal as she placed a hand over her calf. “Ah, fuck,” She hissed through gritted teeth as she applied pressure to it, eyes squeezing shut from the pain. Eventually, she had to let it go; her mind was growing hazy, and she needed to conserve what energy she could muster into getting back to Joel. Wherever the hell he was.
Noticing a figure coming around the bend, she came off the post, alert; was it Joel? A stranger? Hunter? Clicker? It didn’t walk erratically, and from here there was nothing but silence. That ruled out one option. There was a lack of aggression that hunters held about them; it seemed the life of a hunter led them to be brainwashed into thinking they were superior, some sort of animal bred to be on top. So..a stranger, or Joel. Taking out her switchblade, the girl tried not to groan as she went into crouching position, hiding behind one of the cars. “Please be Joel…” She breathed, peeking around the hind wheel.
