Connor had the good fortune of being untouched by the virus. Both he and his brother were able to not think about it. Lucky for anyone who spoke to them, that meant that they were still in high spirits and they had a habit of rubbing those spirits off onto the people around them. Either that or they pissed people off and got into a brawl but the point was that they did essentially offer catharsis in some form just by being themselves.
He was wandering about the perimeter when he stopped at the gun range. It wasn't so much a gun range as a target practice arena but it was great for testing out the weapons and as far as the brothers were concerned it was a great place to dick around. They had often hung out and ended up wrestling out here with beers in hand. Today was different. A girl was there and she was shooting with a might fierceness. He whistled and stepped up to her, thrusting his hands into his pockets.
"That target do somethin' to ye?" He was definitely amused and it came out in his tone. He couldn't help it. She was such a small thing packing such an immense anger.