We drove north for a week. We were somewhere in Canada when Phil decided we were far enough. We had seen a lot of camps along the way, and Phil and Mom were hoping we'd be able to join one.
After a few hours, we found a group of around twenty people. They agreed to let us stay with them-the more guns the better. But it wasn't only the weapons. Everyone in the camp contributed something. One family had a dog. That was a big thing. Dogs and the infected do not mix well. Another had a bb gun pistol. Bb guns couldn't take down a zombie, but it at least helped teach people how to shoot without wasting ammo. They welcomed us when they found out we had books.
"Hi. My name's Jacob." a boy roughly my age said. He was the only one close to my age, and he looked as though he could be anywhere from two years younger than me to two years older than me.
"Bella." I replied.
Jacob and I became friends. He was the owner of the bb gun, so when he offered to teach me to shoot one day, about two weeks after my family's arrival, I decided to take it.
"Widen your stance a bit...there. Now, grip the gun with both hands, it'll help keep your aim steady. Only use one finger on the trigger. Now, is the safety on?"
"Umm..." I pulled the trigger. "Yes." I said when I couldn't fire.
"Release it." he said when I didn't make a move.
"Right." I blushed. I pushed the safety off, then resumed my stance.
"Can you sight the target."
"Well, I'm looking at it, and I think I'm aimed at it..." I was actually pretty nervous.
"Pull the trigger then. Let's check your aim."
I pulled the trigger, and my eyes flinched shut.
Jacob whistled. "Damn, Bella. Remind me not to piss you off. That was awesome. Are you sure you've never shot before?"
"Pretty sure, yeah." I replied, opening my eyes to see how I did. A few yards in front of me was a tree where Jacob had carved a 'zombie head'. I stared in shock. There, in the middle of the 'forehead' was the shot. "Wow." I said. "You're a good teacher, Jake."
He shook his head. "No, I think you're a natural."