The Lethal Duo (The Snipers of the Apocalypse Re-write)

Puppies and Kittens Part 2

"Well, if that's the case, how about we make a deal?" Sketchy offered, grabbing a small white plate from a box that was sitting against the side of the van. "If I throw this plate up into the air, and you're able to shoot it before it hits the ground, you four can take two items from the van- free of charge. Hell, I'll even toss in some free ammo if you manage to get it before it starts coming back down." The con man challenged, looking between the four.

Each of them were sporting a grin, Alrrami already pulling her rifle off her shoulder and checking the scope.

"Challenge accepted." Doc stated proudly, patting Alrrami on the back. He'd seen her shoot many a bird before, they all had. Nobody had a single doubt in their mind that she would ace this, and they didn't mind all the free stuff they were going to be getting out of it either. They would feel guilty, using her skills to their advantage, but hell; Alrrami was looking forward to this too. This was just like a game for her.

With a single nod signaling she was ready, Alrrami raised her weapon, keeping the scope away from her eye until the plate was in the air. The group of five counted down from three, before Sketchy threw the plate as high into the air as he could. Without hesitation, Alrrami raised her weapon, tracked the plate through the scope, and shot it before it had even started its decent back to Earth.

Chunks of the the plate flew everywhere, porcelain dust raining down on them as the six shielded their faces so nothing got into their eyes or lungs. Doc, Mack and Addy all praised the young sniper once the air had cleared enough.

She was rewarded with big hugs, lots of smiles, and a noogie from someone- she couldn't pinpoint who, though. Doc had grabbed her shoulders and shook her a bit like a proud father would after their kid scored a goal in their sport, before turning his attention back to the arsenal behind them.

Mack and Addy did the same, all three of them overwhelmed by the choices they had. Alrrami hung back, already knowing the two weapons she was going to go for.

"Holy shit!" Sketchy exclaimed with a laugh, Skeezy laughing and clapping his hands as well. "That was some impressive shootin' little lady." He praised, looking at the ground around them, inspecting a couple of the larger chunks of the plate at his feet. "I guess ol' Doc here wasn't kidding. A deal's a deal, but don't forget the rules. Two weapons each, and only two magazines per person- can't get to crazy, we still have a business to run." The two watched the small group closely, ensuring nobody was slipping anything into their pockets.

Little did they know, Alrrami had already pocketed a random handful of ammo from a box right next to her. She couldn't help it; that shit's as good as gold these days for somebody like her. Besides, it's the apocalypse. You gotta do what you gotta do to stay alive these days.

As soon as a path cleared, Alrrami grabbed the rifle from earlier, slinging it over her shoulder, following up with three magazines for it (she slipped one into her boot while nobody was looking), sliding two of them into her bag.

Her second weapon was a simple, black, military grade, 14 inch Bowie knife. The tactical blade came with a holster and strap which she attached snugly to her right thigh. The young woman didn't carry many close-combat weapons other than a small pocket knife her oldest sister had gifted her for her 12th birthday, so this was a welcomed addition to her own arsenal.

Looking around, Alrrami was curious as to what everybody else had picked. Doc had grabbed a crowbar and the S&W from earlier. Mack had grabbed a pair of CZ 75's, handing one to Addy, before grabbing a 12" hunting knife. Addy seemed to be really into a silver baseball bat, that had large aluminum spikes fitted to the end of it.

Sketchy noticed Addy spinning it in her hands and grinned, leaning against the side of his van. "Ah, that's a good one right there. Handmade outta old beer cans, so it's lightweight. The spikes are long enough to kill the brain, but short enough to pull it back out easily- nothing worse than your weapons getting stuck in a zombie skull. I call it the 'Z Whacker'. Works like a charm, if I do say so myself."