Human Condition? Mulligan
Trees were a gift. Whoever said otherwise was a bleak bastard with nothing in their life but misery and regret! Resting atop one of the aforementioned gifts, she had to enjoy the beautiful vista that was a sunset. Purple and gold hues shining brilliantly along the coast of eternity.. She had her sword on her hip, a down home favorite.. and good times to be had.
The best part was.. she was watching someone. An older gentleman. One with the world resting on his shoulders. The weight of humanity’s sins.. humanity’s souls, all heaped together on his plaid covered shoulders, begging him not to give up.. threatening him with whatever they could find.. And yet, the bastards were the very reason things seemed to be coming down on him.
She made a lovely little flourish with her hands, a large rifle appearing between her fingers. Karabiner 98k. A downhome favorite. She pulled the bolt back, locking it into place before letting out a loooong drawn out and high pitched whistle. “HEY OLD MAN!” Raspy voice of a teenaged girl cried out, soaring through the air, bouncing and enveloping everything it could, as was sound’s job.
She had stopped breathing a few seconds ago, eye jammed right up to an iron sight before one shot was loosed from the barrel. Soaring.. CAREENING through the air, as if carried by angels did it fly before finally crashing into the ground. She had laid down a trail of gasoline.. a big one. Took her hours to siphon the gas from all the nearby cars. The round hitting the trail set it ablaze! Growing and growing, it carved a mighty line between the gentleman and his path of forward momentum. All he had left was the way he came…
And the girl with the Sniper. “Don’t move none! I got 4 more shots in this bad boy and your head is mighty empty from what I reckon.. Now why don’t you drop that bag of yours… and put your palms flat on that car..”
Look at that! Little 13 year old Daeva! Robbing her first adult! One for the record books.
{ When Joel heard the whistle he ducked as quick as he could, surprised by the sudden sound. Fucking girl is going to alert the infected! He had just avoided clickers, too! When she called him old man he cursed her under his breath, eyes narrowing in on her location, but they widened again in panic when she shot the rifle off. He covered his head over, flattening to the ground as fire spread behind him, the path that he had previously followed was overtaken, engulfed by flames, threatening to spit sparks closer to him. He moved closer to the car he took shelter near and looked back up at the girl. Was she out of her goddamn mind?
“What the hell are you doing!” Joel called to her. Patrols would’ve surely heard her shouting, if not then they would hear the gunshot. They weren’t too far outside the zone that the guards would begin slacking on their duties, they surely would come runnin’ at any time. And this little twerp was threatening his run back to the Boston zone.
From the looks of her, she was young. Maybe twelve or so. But in order to shut her up, he did as she said, glaring all the while. “Get your ass down here before you get both ‘o us killed!”
If she wasn’t going to be the one to fill him with metal, the guards wouldn’t hesitate to do it to them both. He made a mental note of each weapon he had on his persons. He made mental plans of how he would disarm her, and how he would take his stuff and go on through. He wasn’t about to kill her, but at the same time he wasn’t about to let her off without learning a hard lesson about the world they were in.
“What d'you want anyway?” He watched her, trying to distract her. “You tryin'a get in the zone or somethin’? You a run away?”
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