โ โ โ โ he observed her foอrอm; not uttering a wordใ she seemed to know how to handle herself with a gunโโโpointing his *๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ revolver toward the mannequin.
โAlright. Iโll practice.โ She began putting her gun back together like sheโs done it a million times before. Amanda understood why he was like this. Donโt wanna be caught with your pants down.
She loaded a few bullets into her pistol and then stood next to him.
โMy shooting is fine.โ She nodded at that as she flipped her gun to the opposite side. โI promise you it is.โ
Amanda began to disassemble it. โI donโt want to waste the bullets anyways.โ
โ โ โ โ the survivor took notice of her, observing her momentarily before resuming practice. โ youโll need to keep your skills sharp .. at all times. you wanna try this out? โ
โ โ โ โ he drove the barrel deeper, grinding the cold steel relentlessly into the soft skin of his skull. โ whatever youโve got .. whatever youโve scavenged; is not yours anymore. โ
โ โ โ โ with his revolver leveled at the shattered man's temple, he advanced with wary steps, his posture radiating deep-seated suspicion. โ not a move .. or iโll ๐๐๐๐ you, understood? โ