A pistol was her main claim to fame, if one could even call it that. Thus far, Maddie hadn’t had much cause to use her pistol, but she’d been taught how to use it and her aim wasn’t terrible. The recoil was what really threw her off when it came to firearms. It was difficult to judge the strength of the recoil… as well as difficult to remember that there was a recoil. Real guns made her nervous, but paintball guns? Those were fun.
Maddie made a scoffing noise into the walkie. “Not for long.” Of course, there were more purple splatters on the ground than on any of the zombies, but at least she was enthusiastic about it. And the more times she fired, the likelier it was that she’d eventually hit a target, right? That was her logic.
Taking a moment to focus her sights on the newest splash of green, she snorted a laugh. “Luuuuucky shot,” she taunted. “Bet you couldn’t get him in the eye.”
That was something that had only happened once for Maddie, something she only had luck to thank. She’d been aiming for the shoulder then, too, but the zombie had moved at just the right moment and earned itself a purple eye.
“Fifty points if you can get an eye shot. That right there is a challenge, Georgie.”