gale_carasey (gale_carasey) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-09-18 22:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot |
Who: Gale, Spike and open to Sawyer
Where: In one of the buildings opposite of the apartment buildings
What: Killing zombies
When: Predated (Wednesday morning)
Rating: High
Open: No
Status: Unfinished
Click. The clip snapped into place. As usually Gale checked his weapon once again. Everything needed to be perfect. An error now could easily be corrected. Later… it could cost his life or worse endanger the mission. Not that he had much of a mission at the moment. But shooting the zombies (he had never heard that word before) seemed right. It protected the people here. The people here weren’t bad, even though they were Heretics. Most people weren’t. Some he wasn’t sure of. And one or two he would actually put a bullet through the brain if he got the chance. Protect the innocent, wasn’t that why he did the job he did? At least it was what he tried to tell himself. The hunting rifle was ready and so was Gale. He aimed. And aimed. And aimed. His breath slowly calming as he brought the cross hairs into position. His heart beat began to slow. It was like an old dance, a dance he had danced so many times. The world was reduced to the rifle in his hand and the head it was pointed at. Nothing else mattered. He switched on the laser-sight and a red dot appeared right on the forehead. Gale waited until the shot would be perfect. A few seconds later it was and he pulled the trigger. The bullet hit right between the eyes. He hadn’t used a silencer. The girl said it would attract more and that was the plan. Gale rather liked his enemies out in the open. The second shot followed shortly afterwards. The dance had begun. |