Cannibal Slayer

Chapter 12 - Lucky Rabbit

"Okay so, a gun is if there's a whole bunch of roamers and absolutely need it. A knife is something you need to do if you want to be quiet. Once you learn that, you won't be afraid of them, they'll be afraid of you." He jokes. "Ya right. Calvin, it's not our world anymore. It's there's. Once you learn that, you'll still be afraid." We both laugh. "Okay, anyways, so with the gun you hold it like this." Calvin adjusted his gun, which looks professional. I copy his action. "Good. Now aim for a target." I aim for a tree branch. I miss. "See, your position is excellent, but your target is off. These are where the tips come in. Close your right eye. Look at the object your aiming for, and then you may come in situations where you don't have time to concentrate, so you have to be quick. Do the first 2 steps and then you got to estimate really fast and think if your gonna hit the target. Then you fire." He explained. I point my gun at the same tree branch, close my right eye, I take about 4 seconds to estimate and fire. Perfect shot, right in the middle. My eyes widen in surprise. "I did it!"
"You did! See, now do you believe me when I said I'm awesome?"
"I thought you were awesome when you told Brooke off." I giggle. An awkward silence stays in the air. "Okay, you see that zombie over there? It's pretty far, do you think you can make the shot?" He asks. "I can try." I agree. I close my right eye and raise my gun. The zombie didn't see us, nor smell us. He was pretty far away, well, it looked like it used to be a he. I have the time to concentrate now. I do for about 8 seconds, and fire. I struck it right in the shoulder. "Dammit." I whisper under my breath. I try again. BANG! Perfect shot. It falls hard to the ground. I jump with happiness. Calvin looks at me with passion and embraces me with a hug. I feel his warmth once more. But then, I see a rotting hand grab Calvin's shoulder. A zombie. It widens it's mouth and almost clamps it's gruesome teeth in his neck, but instead I grip my gun and don't even bother closing my right eye, I fire at the monster. Blood gushes everywhere and like the other one, helplessly falls hard to the ground. "Did you get scratched?" I ask Calvin. "Only by twigs, darling." He replies and laughs. Darling? What the hell was that supposed to mean? "God dammit I almost took a heart attack."
"If you did, that would suck." He chuckles. I laugh and blush a little. "Wanna go back inside?" I suggest. "Sure, I need to go back and change my shirt, but I need to talk to you. So come back to my room with me." He demands in a sweet tone. I look at his shaggy dirty blonde hair. Man, I just want to run my fingers through it so bad.