Leah Stone (reapinghavok) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-28 03:48:00 |
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David was gone. Shy as he was, his absence didn’t make as large a dent in the compound as someone else’s departure might have, but the people closest to him strongly felt that sense of loss. His body hadn’t been found, so there was the slimmest chance that he was alive out there somewhere. Probably alone. The chance of his survival wasn't very high, though. Of all the people affected by David’s loss, Leah felt the most sadness for EJ, who’d be raised by a loving mother, but wouldn’t even have an uncle to connect him to his father. Leah felt callous for not feeling more sympathy for Rae than she probably should have, but the younger woman had suffered so many tragedies and losses over the past year, that all of Leah’s comforting words and condolences were starting to feel hollow. So she’d kept those feelings, as well as her own grief, to herself. Shooting wasn’t a relaxing hobby, but it kept her thoughts focused. She sat on a chair inside one of the guard towers, peering through the scope of the sniper rifle at the infected out on the street. She wasn’t allowed to use real bullets yet. Not until she was confident in her aim. Her first lesson had been average; she’d been nervous and getting the hang of aiming and shooting. This, her second lesson, was going a little better, even if she did think using orange paintballs was stupid. Mostly because it showed her just how many shots she actually missed. Leah was also early to the lesson. Her dream the night before had been a little disturbing, and she needed the added distraction without her brother breathing down her neck, telling her all the things she was doing wrong with her posture or her aim. Footsteps on the stairs. Probably Brandon. Leah kept her focus on the scope so that she wouldn’t have to look at him right away. More time to compose her expression. Brandon had recently cleared the air with his friend. She didn’t want to be the one to bring down both their moods. “’Bout time you showed up,” she said, even though he was actually a few minutes early for their lesson. “Guess that habit of me waking up before you will never get broken. I’ve been here half an hour and already landed two headshots.” Not exactly worth bragging about, but to Leah, it was an accomplishment. Zombies were hard to shoot when they were moving. |