We'll be alright

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Rick led Morgan, Duane and Mackenzie to the armory, they had gone a different direction from where Mackenzie had entered. And even if he had spent all his time here before the world went down, there were so many doors Mackenzie wasn't sure how Rick didn't get lost.

"A lot of it's missing." Rick informed them as he looked at the armorys stash.

The three of them followed close behind, Mackenzie watched as Rick picked up a gun from the wall. It was huge.

"Daddy, can I learn how to shoot?" Duane asked Morgan, he looked at all the guns on the walls. "I'm old enough."

Mackenzie knew that Duane and Morgan were father and son, she had only just been told. But hearing him call Morgan 'daddy' made her tear up. She wiped her eyes and looked towards the guns on the wall behind her, so her face was hidden.

"Hell yes you're gonna learn." Morgan responded, with little to no hesitation. "But we've got to do it carefully, teach you to respect the weapon."

Mackenzies eyebrows narrowed. Respect a weapon? Guns aren't people, they don't have feelings. How are you supposed to show it respect?

"That's right. It's not a toy. You pull the trigger, you have to mean it." Rick began. "Always remember that Duane."

"Yes sir." Duane replied.

Rick nodded then turned to Mackenzie. He tapped her shoulder gently, she stiffened for a second before turning to face him, her face had relaxed and she started playing with a hangnail.

"Do you know how to shoot?" Rick asked her, he crouched down so his eyes were level with hers.

Mackenzie stepped back as he crouched and shook her head.

"Ma daddy had some, before." She whispered, worried that if she spoke about him any louder she'd start crying again. "But when everything went down he only let me use knives."

"Okay, I'll teach you." Rick told her, he placed his hand on her shoulder as he stood which made her scowl a little.

During their conversation, Morgan had given Duane the task of putting as much ammo into a bag as he could. Rick looked at Mackenzie and nodded over to Duane. She tilted her head slightly, unsure what he wanted.

"Go help Duane." He told her, realising she have no clue what he meant.

Mackenzie nodded and went to help Duane. It wasn't a two person job Mackenzie and Duane both knew that but they decided to listen and do it together, worried that if they didn't they wouldn't learn how to shoot. Mackenzies unassigned job was picking up the boxes of ammo and passing them to Duane. Duanes unassigned job, due to the fact Mackenzie couldn't reach the top of the cabinet, was neatly packing them so the boxes stacked and they could fit as much in the bag as they could.

When they had finished filling the bag, there wasn't many boxes left. Mackenzie shrugged her bag off of her shoulders and placed it on the floor. Kneeling down, she started putting the leftover ammo boxes into the bag.

"What are you doing?" Duane asked once he had zipped up the bag they filled.

Mackenzie looked at him, back at her bag then back at him.

"Incase we need 'em." Mackenzie shrugged.

"You two done?" Rick asked. He and Morgan both had a gun in one hand and a bag in the other, she assumed the bags also had guns in.

Mackenzie zipped her backpack up and put it on, she stood up and nodded.

"Yes sir." Duane replied, pulling the bag down from the cabinet.