Nobody ever appreciated him. Not his brother, not his sister, not even his own parents. But not anymore. Now, he was needed, he was important. It made him feel good. It replenished his pride. He was still looked up to, even though he wouldn't kill anything. For such a big guy, you would expect him to carry a bazooka around like it was a flute. But he liked nature. Which was probably why he wasn't appreciated.
He looked at his watch, and stretched his legs. It was 1:55 in the morning. How he woke so early, he didn't know. He was a deep sleeper.
Then he heard the scream. He picked up his rifle ( even though he had never used it before), and pushed open the tent flap.
He saw Sandra struggling against someone who apparently wanted to overpower her. Who it was, he couldn't tell, he only saw that the person was male. He pulled out his rifle. If he didn't shoot, that person would overpower, and potentially kill her. If he did, then the man would die.
He had never shot the rifle, and had practically no practice with it. But never the less, he closed his eyes, looked away, and fired. Click. The safety was on. In the distance, Sandra kicked the man away. The person was a clear shot, and Bill raised the gun again. He closed his eyes, and fired. A split second after the bullet left the rifle, he realised who he just shot at. And instantly regretted it.
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A Zombie Survival Story: Choices
ActionWhen all is lost, who will be lost, and who will be destroyed? Note: this is just a beginning story to help you decide which character to follow first. Flip for details. Cover, comes from http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/article/36922857/a-website-say...
