I took the two out to a firing range.....sort of....it was just a rotten wooden fence with booze bottles on the stakes. I was the main one that came out here, most bearers didn't care for practicing with fire arms because prices were high and ammo was precious. I, however, found a workaround.... .22 bullets.
I have a cheap, .22 pistol i keep on me. It's not much in killing power, but it's perfect for practice or teaching a young boy how to fire their first gun.
Zeus is, but a twelve year old, but he need to know how to fire guns if he is to survive this cold, cruel world we live in. With him being a child, he had a huge target in him for creeps, human trafficking, and is simply easy prey for goons to blow his tiny head off. So, i took it upon myself on teaching him how to survive.
"Alright kiddo, this pistol is a pea shooter at best, but it'll help you learn how to tend to and clean your gun. It's almost brand new, so don't be afraid of it breaking." I explained.
He immediately looked down the barrel tube right off the bat. I yanked it away like lightning.
"BOY IF YOU DON'T- .....hooo....that's the wrong way....like thiiiis." I said, as i placed it in his hands and had it pointed in the correct direction. Kid is no sharper than a bag of marbles...
"Sorry! I'm trying!" He growled.
"Ey, cool it kid. Anyways, are you right handed or left?" I asked.
"Uhhh right." He replied.
"Aight, place your left hand on the bottom."
He placed it under the barrel.
"Noooo the bottom."
He placed it under the trigger.
"Come on kid! Where the clip goes!"
"I haven't messed with a gun before you douchebag!!" He yelled.
I was about to smack his teeth out of his head, but i took a deep breath and collected myself. I have to remember, he's just a kid, not a man yet.
"Sorry for getting short with you. Here lemme see the gun." I said, holding out my hand.
He growled a bit, annoyed, and placed it in my hand with a little bit of force.
"We gotta start from the beginning, then we get to the shooting. Come to my work bench!" I said, walking to my shack.
Yui was roaming around the camp aimlessly, pestering locals with her billions of questions.
I would sit down on my stool at the table and then turned on the lamp. I pulled up a turned over barrel for him and he hopped on and watched.
My toolbox is rather shit and rusty, but as long as it holds my crap, i don't care....the tools on the other hand, have seen better days. I have been hounding Nathan for new tools, but none have come around as of late.
The disassembly was no big deal to me, i have been dissasembling guns for god knows how long. I would actually keep gun parts of other guns in a bucket and spray WD-40 on em every now and then. Lazy, i know, but when you do what i do, you'd be lazy too.
"Alright, did you see how i did that?" I asked.
He stared empitly at the table, then looked at me.
"Dude, I'm not a professional! No, you were too quick!" He smarted off.
"DON'T YOU- FFSSSSSHHHHhhhhhhmmmm.....alright....one more time." I said, trying to keep my own sanity together.
Again san, he's not like you at all and has zero experience.
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The Lantern Bearers
Hororwhen the god eye fell; 60% of the human population was wiped out 50% of the vegetation destroyed 70% of wildlife, gone but things....became 300% worse when it rose back up and blocked out the sun. the darkness eats you alive monsters and mutants lu...
