People who own firearms have an obligation to the world.
The "society" is not asking much. Kill at least one mutated creature daily. No carry over, no sick leave. Fever? Buy a carcass from someone's extra is a way of doing it. But that someone might choose to murder your sorry ass for being sick.
So pretty much everyone owns at least a handgun. Unless they are too weak to even handle one.
"Even a mutated mouse is fine" I told myself and step out of my safe house.
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Somewhere, behind a tree.
'Guy carrying a seemingly full backpack? Lucky!'
"Aim to disable, not an one shot kill. An injury will cause teammate to make ugly choices. Go for the kill after the disable. Missing the first shot is actually worse. This world doesn't need a saint."
*Deep breath- Ha…*
-Click-
"I have nothing against you, but you held supplies."
-THUD-
Eh? The sky? ARRRRGH.
Who in the? 10 o'clock? Direct pressure? No, that's not the time, COVER!
'Do not lie down there and be a sitting duck. Move, to a cover' That was knowledge flipped into me from the modern times. Along side with my middle school friends, the game I loved, mum….
Ahh, taking a shot does feel bad….is it already, night? Time to. Sleep.
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"Score! Hmm, I wonder what is inside? It has to be ration bags right?"
Hmm~hmm~ (unzips). It better not be alcohol, I can't drink that. Low or Max concentration, that stuff doesn't taste good.
Oh, the kill. Before I forget.
Eh? This guy, isn't he?
My locket. Yes, the same face. Even when the color somehow faded due to bad environment.
It isn't the "hey your eye looks like your father's" kind of resemblance.
This is an exact copy paste.
My husband, who should've died centuries ago.
Ahh, this abs that is not a 6 piece meal but a family bucket.
This chest that scream no effort in gym at all. (Squeeze) Yeah, this sensation, it is the real deal. Just a bit cold….
Wait.
I.SHOT.HIM.
Hmph, I didnt spend my centuries alone doing nothing. Whether it is general practitioner to nuclear medicine, you name it, I know…some of it.
Just how many blood vessels do you think I've sealed over the decades?
What I need now is.. alcohol. Urgh, his bag actually has some. Is there even a point on bringing magnifying glass in barren land with little amount of wood actually? This guy even brings a sewing kit?
Better than freeflow?
"Hubby, this isn't the time to be sleeping, sun's shining your ass…"
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"Urgh..it hurts as hell…"
ENEMY!
"Argh…." Yeah right, I was shot. Meaning I survived a gunshot wound right? Isn't this the achievement unlocked kind of situation?
Nope, Path app isn't rewarding me with anything. But more importantly, anyone can tell me why am I butt naked with just a blanket?
-Creeeeak- The door opens. A strikingly beauty entered my sight. I do remember this face, but.. isn't she my schoolmate? The cold beauty, no guy at school ever managed to secure a conversation more than 1 minutes of private talk. (Battle would seriously break out for guys to get into same group as her, so it is rigged for her to be in full female group.) Yes, 1 minutes is a pural in this case.
"Are you sure to be staring at someone while being butt naked?"
So it was you.
"So you won't pee your pants."
She beat me into it.
"I believe you have more questions. But first thing first."
"Mira" "Jake"
"So it really is you."