Herbert glared at her over his shoulder when he heard her growl. "What is it now?" he asked defensively.
Cassie rolled her eyes and pulled the earmuffs he'd yanked off in irritation up over his ears once again. "Look!" she said firmly, maneuvering behind him and adjusting his aim of the gun. "The target is down there, at the end of the range and painted on that giant piece of paper. The way you do it, you're not gonna hit jack shit. Here, try it this way."
He wasn't sure he liked her in such close proximity, or practically embracing him as she held his gun aimed at the target. He knew agreeing to accompany her to the range was an idiotic idea – if he'd had known Dan had arranged it, he wouldn't have come home from work that day.
"I assure you, my time in Peru was quite enough for me to learn how to properly…" Herbert began, but was cut off by a snort from Cassie.
"When you're dealing with zombies, aim for the head. Not the wallpaper," she snapped.
"I would very much like for you to let me go now," Herbert replied coldly.
"Not until you show me you know what you're doing," said Cassie.
"And I suppose you know better?" said Herbert.
Cassie smirked at him, even though she could plainly see that he was seething. "Is that a dare or a double dare?" she asked.
Herbert had never wanted to go home more than he ever had in his entire life.