Clint Barton {Hawkeye} (arrowsnevermiss) wrote in zombielandlogs, @ 2018-09-12 15:42:00 |
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When someone lives in a prison there's the chance of getting bored. Clint Barton was just that. Bored. He wasn't good at staying in one place. Not when he worried about his family and friends back home. Though, he was happy that his wife and kids weren't around to deal with the zombies. Laura and the kids were safe, that's what mattered. He'd grabbed the bow that he'd made himself along with some arrows before leaving the prison. Maybe he'd go searching for a better bow later, but for now this one did the job. It worked for what he needed it for. Even if he preferred having his own back. Something he hopes he'd find. Not his own bow but something close enough to it. For the moment, however, he was off towards the woods up in a tree with an arrow notched in his bow. Narrowing his eyes he takes a deep breath and then lets it out, arrow flying and hitting its target. Hitting the zombie right between the eyes. If someone were to show up and nearly gets hit... well, that just meant they were far too damn close to the zombie in question. |