Who: Tallahassee & Open Where: Empty lot at the edge of town When: Midafternoon What: Target practice (and keeping an eye out for zombies) Tallahassee had been thinking that maybe moving into the damn hippie commune might actually be good for them, him and the kid. Kid was twitchy enough as it was, he didn’t figure being kept out of society would do him any favors. Besides that, it might do him some good to get out among people again, though he was still trying to wrap his brain around the fact that there really weren’t any zombies here.
So he was thinking the way he did best, by shooting stuff. He’d set up a row of cans and bottles along the dilapidated fence that ran across the back of the lot that had once held a gas station, and still held part of one, it was starting to become his usual haunt, where he’d first fallen into this world.
He had his shotgun, one of two weapons that had come through with him, the other was the knife still in its holster at his hip, a horn-handled bowie knife that had served him well throughout the invasion and the time afterward. He was working on quick reloads again, since he already knew his actual marksmanship was just fine.