The Sniper
Mordecai peeked around the crate he was behind. There were four skags walking around, all about twenty to twenty-five yards away.
He looked down at his sniper rifle. It was a normal rifle, made by Atlas, his favorite manufacturer. As with most Atlas weapons, it was white. It looked very professional. He had bought it…..what was it, three years ago? He still loved it.
The skags were gathered around one of their small caves. As long as he moved slowly, they shouldn't notice him. Using the crate as a support, he brought up the rifle. All but one of the skags were visible, the other was behind a large boulder. He steadied himself, aimed at the nearest skag, and squeezed the trigger.
*Click*
Uh-oh.
The skags turned to him, the largest one opening its mouth. It let out a loud roar. Mordecai franticly opened the action to reveal….nothing. Apparently, he forgot to load the thing. He couldn't wait to wonder what happened, however, because one of the skags was already jumping over the crate. Finding a spare round in his pocket, he jammed it into the action, aimed upwards at the skag, and fired. The round went right through the thing, entering its mouth and exiting its lower back. It was dead, but the corpse kept going, right towards him. It slammed right into his gut, knocking the rifle out of his hands and plowing him over. Mordecai realized how much strength these things must have to launch themselves so fast, as it was easily ¾ the weight of him. It took him a good five seconds to get the thing off him, five seconds that he could have used preparing for the other skags.
He whipped out his revolver and aimed it above the crate and fired before he even saw if anything was there. Of course, there was, and it was a skag. Or, at least, it used to be a skag. It was turned into a pile of blood and guts. He sidestepped to avoid another, then shot it. His revolver only held two rounds, so he holstered it and looked at the remaining skag. It was snarling angrily, ready to charge. Mordecai ran forward and kicked the thing right below the mouth. It was knocked on its back, flailing wildly. He took out his sword…thing and stabbed it- right through the belly. It stopped squirming immediately and keeled over, dead.