My gun in my hand. Index finger on the trigger, ready to shoot in case an intruder has giving themselves an invention to my shelter. My foot swiftly pushes the door against its hinges and my gun darts up. My head concentrated on finding and making swift moves. I check the entire of the shelter I call 'home' I guess. Nothing was intruding so I called it safe to lower my gun but I stayed on guard. I learnt that you must never let your guard down.
I sit down on a shredded deckchair and put my gun on a coffee table which is now just making it to stay up right with only 2 legs and chips and scratches everywhere. I reach over to my bag to see what I managed to get overall today. I pulled out the first item, a can. A can of baked beans. This first thing I found is something known as a "jackpot", I found with a load more food and ammunition for all sort of guns along with the guns. I pulled out the next thing, a revolver. Not bad, not bad at all.
Once I had gone through all of the stuff I managed to find today I took a few guns and ammunition to practice shooting as I've stuck with my pistol for the time being. I have two guns in one hand and one in the other with the ammunition in my pockets. I started to stroll to the back of the shelter where I have a target, which I carved into the shape of an average human body, it's a bit like a back garden as I fenced it off with scraps of wood I found. It's not bad but I don't intend to make it look nice, I just want it to be practical and useful other than that I don't care. I lay the guns on the floor and keep the revolver in my hand and took my other hand to get the ammunition and load the gun up. I raised my gun, all ready to fire. 1... 2... 3... fire. I bring the gun back down to my side and analyse the shot. If it were to be a human being then the shot would be effective and would let the person bleed out in a matter of 5-10 minutes.
As the shot could've been out of luck I decide to try again. I ready my gun and hold up, ready fo shoot the target. 1... 2... 3... fire. Again I analyse the shot, dead in an instant. If I were to have shot a living being the way I just did, they would've died without any hesitation. I place the revolver on the floor and pick the next gun, and my night consisted of target practice.
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Wasteland
AdventureA nuclear attack has wiped out Salford. 2 years later, a scavenger, Caitlyn shows you her story to safety and happiness. Follow her journey and see where it takes you both...
