Apocalypse

Chapter six: ~Not Meant For You~

By the time we all had gotten inside I felt like a total rule breaker. I just killed one-a them things. I was so proud to please daddy. And, to know that maybe i'll be fine in whatever this world is. I knew not to get to cocky with the situation cause i'd probably screw it up fast. As in like, gettin' bit cause I wanted to prove that could kill one or somethin' like that. I was actually, pretty worried for Joyce. I'm surprised SHE didn't puke from seein' that mess.
It's not that I don't think Joyce can't handle this world. But I don't know I'm questioning myself on that. I mean, can she? I guess we'll find out.

Joyce and dad were waitin' on the other side of the room.

"Hey-a Hana! Why don't ya come on over here and teach your sissy how to shoot a gun?"
"I don't know how daddy! I've never used one-a them before."
"Come on its easy. Ill show ya!"
"Dad, why don't you show Joycie?"
"You gotta know how to use one-a these things. I know you got your shovel an all, but come give it a try."
"Alright. Ill try. But Joycie has to learn too."

I walked over to daddy and Joyce.

"Here honey, take this one, it's probably easier for ya."
"Kay."

Mom was sitting by the wall watching us try to shoot the guns. Dad had handed me a pistol. I'm guessing its the one they found under the counter here.
Joycie and dad also watched me as I tried to reload it. Okay. Got THAT part down. What now? I pointed the gun strait for the bottle on the other side of the room. I was scared to pull the trigger, but I positioned my finger, and pulled it. Glass went every where. I had shot it!

Daddy started clapping. Then gave me a big hug.

"Great job sweetheart!"
"Thanks daddy."
"Always welcome!"
"Alright, now that I've had my fun, it's Joycie's turn."
"Your right!"

Dad handed her his shotgun.

"Here honey. Try this one."
"It's heavy!"
"You'll get used to it."
"Okay."

Joyce aimed for a bottle. She pulled the trigger, but, she didn't shoot it.

"Awe man."
"It's alright Joycie! Get the next one."

Dad handed her the pistol.

"Maybe this one is easier for ya."
"Ill try."

She aimed. She didn't shoot the bottle.
Joyce started cryin'. She looked at daddy.

"What's wrong honey?"
"I can't do it."
"Yes. Yes you can. Hana can do it you can too. Its only your first time!"
"Dad! Maybe I'm not like Hana! Maybe I can't shoot it like her. Hana can, your right. But I can't daddy, I. I, just, can't."
"Sweetie. You can! You'll get there!"
"No dad. I can't."
"But. But you have to do it. Maybe, you just need some more practice!"
"Stop."

Joyce started runnin' to the corner. Daddy ran after her.

I walked toward momma. And say down next to her.

"Hey momma."
"Hey, sweetheart."
"Are you Joyce."
"More than you could ever know."
"I am too."
"She's the only one in this group that doesn't know how to protect herself."
"I know."
"Great job, by the way."
"Oh, yea thanks."
"I heard you took down a biter!"
"Yea. I puked."

We both started laughing.

"Joyce would never be able to do that."
"Momma. Maybe she just needs more practice!"
"I highly doubt it. My sweet Joycie can't take down biters."
"Momma, maybe this world is just not meant for her."
"Your right about that."
"Mom. Are you okay?"
"No. I'm just really worried about this family."
"Yea, you and every other human-being out there. It's okay that your worried."
"I know."
"Good."
"Are you tired sweetie?"
"More than you know."
"Me too."

Mom started playing with my long dirty blond hair.

"We need to find you girls somethin' other to wear than pj's! That's not gonna do ya any good out here."
"There's a clothin' store, next door."
"Well, that was easy."
"Haha. Yea!"
"Daddy and I can go get some cloths."
"Alright."

I went to go talk to dad. He had just gotten up from talkin' to Joyce.

"Hey dad. Mom thinks its a good idea to get some cloths from the clothing store next door."
"Well, she's probably right about that lets get to goin'."
"Okay."
"Bring your gun Hana."
"Okay. Hey dad?"
"What sweetie?"
"The back way is probably the easiest way to get in."
"Then the back way we shall go."