It's been a couple weeks after me and my mom have arrived at a survival camp and was taken in by a group of survivors. Nothing bad has really happened so far. We haven't come across any zombies which was good. There were abled people who went out and collected more supplies and food so we're okay in that department and not to mention that me and Clint talked more and more each day. Sometimes it seemed like Clint was flirting with me and other times he wasn't. I was sorta getting mixed messages from him. Like one minute, he might talk to me and smile at me a whole bunch and then the next minute, he might get a little harsh. I'm not sure if it's because he's busy with other things and have a lot of stuff on his mind or what. I sorta figure the first since he's practically Firebird's right handed man. She ALWAYS have him go out for supply runs or fixing up stuff. I don't really worry about it too much because we ALL have a lot on our minds. I know I do.
Today, Clint promised me that he'll teach me how to shoot. I was pretty happy about that. If there's anything, I would rather get taught how to shoot by Clint than anybody else. I told my mom about it and she seemed pretty excited. And who knows, once I learn to shoot, maybe Firebird will let me go on a supply run with Clint. That'll be nice. After realizing that the world won't go back to normal any time soon and that you have to literately sleep with one eye open at night, I've gotten pretty much used to zombies now and i'm no longer afraid. Of course I still try to look after my mom and keep her safe. I've already lost my dad years ago. I REALLY don't want to lose my other parent that I have. My only family member.
"Cloud! Are you ready to shoot?"
I get up and opened up the safe house door.
"Yeah, i'll be right out!" I called out to him.
I turned back to my mom who was patching up our latest wounded patient.
"I'll be back later. Going out with Clint to shoot."
My mom didn't turn around.
"Alright, honey. Good luck and be careful."
"I will."
I went over to my survival weapon bag and looked through it. I pulled out my dad's old handgun and looked it over. It felt heavy in my hands. I quickly checked to see how many bullets were left in the gun. Only 15. I didn't really think that i'll be needing my dad's handgun since Clint will be bringing along a couple guns that the group had collected but I couldn't leave the gun behind. The gun hadn't really left my sight since me and my mom left out house. I didn't want anybody to get at it. It was the only piece of memory I have left of my dad. Aside from the framed picture that is. I simply sigh then stuffed the gun into the back of my pants then pulled my shirt over it so it can be covered. I then headed out of the safe house and walked up to Clint to see him ready.
"Took you long enough." He said once I reached him.
I simply smiled softly then followed him out through the gates and into the woods. The shooting training area wasn't that far from base camp so we can easily walk on foot without taking a car.
Once we reached the wide open space of the shooting area, we walked up to a fence. Clint set up a couple of old empty cans of soda on the fence. He then walked up to me and handed me one of the handguns.
"You know the basics of shooting right?"
I hesitated."Well, sorta." If you count shooting in shooting games.
"Show me what you've got then."
I nodded then held the gun up in my hands. I held my index finger over the trigger and closed one of my eyes so I can see straight. I focused on one of the cans on the fence then pulled the trigger. The bullet only missed the can by a little bit. I sighed. Clint smiled.
"It's alright. I had the same problem when I first started to shoot. Here, let me help you."
Clint walked up behind me then held my hands up and placed his own hands over my hands that were wrapped around the gun. He placed his index finger on top of mines. I felt my stomach twist into a knot again because of how close we were. We were so close that I felt his chest press against my back and his warm breath run down my neck. It gave me a slight shiver but in a good way.
"Just aim and then shoot."
He pushed on the trigger and the bullet went straight through the can. I felt Clint drop his hands from mine and pull back from me. My body was now starting to miss the warmth he gave me. Seriously, do I sound like a crazed, obsessed school girl or what? I blinked my eyes as I stared at the can then slowly nodded.
"You got it? Give it another go."
I held my hands up again and aimed the gun at the soda can. I pulled the trigger and the bullet missed the can again. I frowned as I dropped my hands. It felt like my hands were starting to shake now. I wasn't sure why, though. Was it because of how close me and Clint were....?
"Maybe you need to move up a little bit."
Clint came over to me and placed his hands on my waist. I felt my eyes widen and my heart race. Clint stood behind me as he pulled me over to the right then moved me up. I wasn't really sure why his hands were on my waist. I'm pretty sure he doesn't need to hold onto my waist to pull on me. He could've simply grabbed my arm right? Or maybe this is an excuse to touch me? Once again, i'm getting mixed messages from him.
"Try it now."
I nodded then held my hands up and aimed the gun at the same can. I took a deep breath and tried to stop my hands from shaking but they weren't working. I know that Clint notices this because he comes right over to me and takes my hands. I stared at him, wide eyed, wondering what the hell he's doing.
"Take a deep breath okay? I know how this must be frustrating for you."
I felt Clint gently rub my hands to calm me down. I dropped my head, letting my hair fall right in front of my green eyes and nodded. I took a couple deep breaths and I was starting to calm down now. I slowly felt my hands stop shaking. I looked at Clint and smiled gently at him. He smiled right back at me before he reached his hand up and brushed my hair out of my eyes. I started to feel my cheeks flush with redness.
"You need to show your eyes more."
I pulled back from him without a word then turned towards the fence and held the gun up once again. I aimed it at the can and without thinking, I pulled on the trigger. The bullet went straight through the can and it brought a smile on my face. I then heard Clint clapping.
"Good job! Let's try again."
For the next half hour or so, I've been shooting with Clint. He's been showing me better ways to shoot with his own gun and I followed through. I was really glad that Clint offered to teach me. Now I felt more prepared and by the time our lesson was over, I already knew the basics of shooting and could shoot now. Clint even taught me how to shoot correctly with a moving tree log. He wanted me to be prepared in case a zombie comes after me and I need to shoot it in the head.
"Thanks for teaching me, Clint." I said as we started to head back to base camp.
"No problem. I'm glad I had a student like you to teach." He said with a smile.
I looked down with a warm smile on my face. Was it obvious that Clint likes me? Or was Clint just being nice? Again, i'm still getting mixed messages from him. Oh well. I guess I better investigate on how Clint works.
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