Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 11:23:25 GMT -5
Slurp. Peach juice ran down Alice's chin, and she wiped it off with her black shirt sleeve, paying no mind to the saturated stain it left there. The fuzz tickled her tongue as she knelt on the roof of a shop building in the French Quarter. The rifle was propped on its tripod, scope set up and ready to go, silencer on tight. Taking one more bite of the peach, she tossed it to the side, licked her fingers, rolled out a blanket, and slid onto her stomach. Here they came.
There were three of them (used to be four): names, histories, who they were 'before' all unknown to Alice. She didn't care. She knew the way they looked, knew their voices, heard them in her sleep, knew who and what they had become. She had traveled with a very small group, just a married couple and her. While she'd been hunting a rabbit for food, her friends had been beaten (tenderized more like it), shot in the head, and eaten as if they were wild game themselves. Alice hadn't forgotten the way they had laughed and laughed as they stripped the meat and gnawed on the ribs. She'd wanted to kill them then and there, but there were too many for that time and place, so she'd stalked, and she'd waited, and now it was finally time.
A low moaning was heard to her right, and peering through the scope, Alice swung the rifle on its tripod in that direction spotting two walkers meandering down the street, limping and dragging limbs. A wicked smile curled Alice's lips. "Just keeps getting better," she whispered to herself before turning the rifle back on the group of men. A dainty finger curled around the trigger as she aimed the rifle. Initially, she had been going to aim for the head, but at the last minute, she fired two successive shots. The man went down, bullets in both legs. He screamed in agony catching the attention of the nearby walkers.
Swiftly turning her attention to the other two, who were now running, she hit one in the back, the bullet lodging in his spine, and the other in one knee cap. Both went down. Now using the scope as binoculars, she watched. A giggle burst from her mouth as the walkers trundled forward, fell to their knees and began to feed. Another emerged from a doorway, and then another. Three walkers, three men. How poetic. Sitting up, she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on top. She was an extremely patient woman.
In seven minutes, all three men were dead. Rolling to her stomach once more, Alice used the rifle to lodge bullets in the brains of the three walkers and in the brains of the three men. Justice served. Normally Alice didn't care for justice, considering her background and the way the world worked today, but she had actually liked the couple she'd been traveling with, if naive and sappy. And American. Turning away from the scene, Alice sighed and let her head slump forward, and her eyes close.
There were three of them (used to be four): names, histories, who they were 'before' all unknown to Alice. She didn't care. She knew the way they looked, knew their voices, heard them in her sleep, knew who and what they had become. She had traveled with a very small group, just a married couple and her. While she'd been hunting a rabbit for food, her friends had been beaten (tenderized more like it), shot in the head, and eaten as if they were wild game themselves. Alice hadn't forgotten the way they had laughed and laughed as they stripped the meat and gnawed on the ribs. She'd wanted to kill them then and there, but there were too many for that time and place, so she'd stalked, and she'd waited, and now it was finally time.
A low moaning was heard to her right, and peering through the scope, Alice swung the rifle on its tripod in that direction spotting two walkers meandering down the street, limping and dragging limbs. A wicked smile curled Alice's lips. "Just keeps getting better," she whispered to herself before turning the rifle back on the group of men. A dainty finger curled around the trigger as she aimed the rifle. Initially, she had been going to aim for the head, but at the last minute, she fired two successive shots. The man went down, bullets in both legs. He screamed in agony catching the attention of the nearby walkers.
Swiftly turning her attention to the other two, who were now running, she hit one in the back, the bullet lodging in his spine, and the other in one knee cap. Both went down. Now using the scope as binoculars, she watched. A giggle burst from her mouth as the walkers trundled forward, fell to their knees and began to feed. Another emerged from a doorway, and then another. Three walkers, three men. How poetic. Sitting up, she drew her knees up to her chest and rested her chin on top. She was an extremely patient woman.
In seven minutes, all three men were dead. Rolling to her stomach once more, Alice used the rifle to lodge bullets in the brains of the three walkers and in the brains of the three men. Justice served. Normally Alice didn't care for justice, considering her background and the way the world worked today, but she had actually liked the couple she'd been traveling with, if naive and sappy. And American. Turning away from the scene, Alice sighed and let her head slump forward, and her eyes close.