Cliche Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 3: Going big ( Cliche causing boredom )

Firstly I will not use the word 'bang' to describe a gunshot. Honestly a bullet exiting the barrel of a gun sounds nothing like the normal description of a gunshot. I believe that 'piu' would fit that category much better, if you ever heard a silenced gunshot before.

"Four, two, five and nine misses. An improvement Hayden, from missing all bullets last try. Continue on with the disappointment."

Sometimes sarcasm does not help at all. On a side note, playing first person shooter games make it look so freaking easy. Move the cursor with your mouse and tap the button. Just so I am not in line with the way others describe the feeling of holding a gun I will go straight to details. 

Firstly, the weight of the gun is surprising for its size. Secondly, you have to take into consideration the recoil of the gun. Thirdly, the nervousness of releasing life ammunition that has the possibility of penetrating an actual human being. Fourthly, the eerie fact of how similar the target practice is to the shape of a human.

At least I feel better when I saw Maverick still missing his third magazine of bullets entirely. Xavier is around the points I score. The same cannot be said for Wilbur though, he is nailing most of his shots above three points. Missing only at the very most 4 bullets.

"Good first time Wil, just put your focus more on your target, imagine somebody holding a gun up to your face planning to blow it off."

"Trainer, that is not helping."

"Well I don't really give a crap."

Gaia, Kiera, Lauren and Saryn seem to be doing fine I think. That though faded as Crimeria sarcastically insulted them. 

"Okay, that is the end of today's training. Now as you all notice, most of you don't have any sort of skill on using a gun. With maybe the exception of Wilbur."

As we were about to leave, Crimeria halted us. 

"Now where do you think you are going?"

"Home?"

"Before you all leave, I have a small parting gift."

She takes us the the storage room located behind the class. All of us notice that there was a gigantic door with a welcome sign in which we never took note of. Let alone knew of its existence. 

Entering the door, the room was filled to the brim with weapons. Nearly every weapon in existence is found there. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. 

"Only the secondary weapons are allowed. You can take them home as a gift. You can call it protection in a way."

I went straight for the Smith & Wesson model 989 twelve shot revolver, one of the most versatile sidearm. I didn't really take note of what the others had choose as Crimeria was shooing us out as fast as possible.

On that day, I hop skipped and jumped home. My first ever gun, it was an honor to receive such a prize considering there wasn't any job hazard we needed protection from.

"Hey dad. What are you cooking? I could smell it a mile away."

"Lasagna, the one with seafood."

"I bet you bought it from the grocery store."

"Search is a wonderful place son don't you think?"

"Ah I see."

Now if you are wondering again, Search is a search engine. Nobody was creative enough to come up with a new name. Most search engines during the apocalypse fail to kick start back to life, so it was all monopolized by Saviors. To make sure our actions were not tracked our community created a proxy search engine to help keep us informed and updated.