"Vigilance, Tails. Vigilance!" Tails murmured to himself, keeping his eyes glued to the binoculars.
"What are you doing, Tails?" A soft whisper came from behind him, making the young fox jump in his seat.
"You scared me, Whisper!" Tails clutched his chest, genuinely surprised by how effectively she was able to sneak up on him.
Whisper smiled, grabbing her sniper rifle and placing it down for better stability. Inside her scope, she could see the head of a nearby walker.
"You can't just get by with vigilance, Tails. Not that you were particularly good with that." She giggled, wrapping her fingers around the trigger.
"To become a good sniper, you need vigilance, accuracy, and-"
The head of the zombie exploded, its insides splattering the nearby ground as it fell.
"Precision." Whisper blew some hair out of her face.
I couldn't get the idea of a proper zombie apocalypse scenario out of my head. Not the zombot stuff we got in IDW.
