Not so satisfied with this chapter even though I've rewritten it multiple times. Hopefully it didn't turn out a disaster.
And to jordan, it's called a Yumi bow lol, but it's alright. And I can't think of a way of getting a better melee weapon than a samurai sword lol. But as for the Yumi bow, I can't bring that amazing killing weapon in this story because it wouldn't be realistic at all. Yumi bows are usually only seen with samurai descendants, therefore the bow is hard to acquire. Plus it uses a longer arrow than the traditional bow, so normal arrows wouldn't work out.
Anyways, on with this horrible and short chapter.
"How good is your marksmanship with that rifle?" Naomi asked Michael.
"I was the best in my class." Michael said.
"How far can you shoot before accuracy becomes a problem?"
"About three hundred yards."
"One hundred is all we need," Naomi said as she rolled out the town map. She marked two areas with a pen. An X on the town's restaurant, and another X on the town's Men's Warehouse store. Bill had already circled the store where the gallon of distilled water is.
She pointed to the X closest to the store, "This is approximately twenty-three yards away from the store. This is where you're going to place a wired bomb that will kill most of the Clicker's and the Runners." She pointed to the second X, "this will have another bomb. However, this is the part where you cannot mess up. There will be stragglers, Clickers and Runners. You have to kill them with your rifle or they will set off that bomb. That bomb is crucial in getting rid of that Bloater."
"What about that Siren?" Michael asked.
"You have to shoot it with your rifle, and kill it. Head shot should do it."
"Wow. Not sure I could pull that off."
"I thought you were the best in your class," she smirked.
"I am." He winked, making her blush slightly. She tried to hide it by looking at the map.
"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.
"Well, since I figure you've had enough of the infected for one day," she began.
"Damn right you are." Bill said.
"You could help stock up supplies for our trip in the car. I'll pay you once we get-"
"No need, just try not to come back to this god forsaken town too much. It's bad for your health." Bill chuckled as he went inside the mansion to gather supplies.
"Alright, let's go." Naomi said to Michael.
Michael lay prone on top of a ruined bus with his rifle's stock sitting against his shoulder. He used a sandbag to rest his rifle's barrel on for stability.
He saw Naomi laying low behind two desolate cars. She was waiting for his shot that would attract all the infected.
Michael looked down his iron sight as he took aim at the Siren's head. Trying to aim at the head was like trying to aim at a needle's tip. It was a difficult shot, no doubt about that. But killing that Siren was the key to success. Plus he really wanted to drive that Camaro.
He held his breath as his finger went inside the trigger guard. He closed his left eye as he did his best to focus on his target.
Then he pulled the trigger, willing the bullet to hit his desired point as the loud pop of the rifle rang in the air.
Naomi saw the head of the Siren explode as Michael's shot hit it's mark. She smiled briefly, proud that he accomplished a difficult feat without a scope.
The air was filled with the roars of the Runners, Clickers and the Bloater the next moment. They ran towards the source of the rifle shot.
When it was all clear, Naomi ran out of her cover with her sword drawn and her pistol in her left hand. She quietly strode towards the now unguarded store and carefully went through the door that still had glass on its frame.
The explosions from the pipe bombs and Michael's rifle filled the air.
Inside, she searched for the gallon of water that Bill was talking about. When she finally found it standing on the bottom shelf of a broken refrigerator, she was relieved. She sheathed her sword and picked up the gallon with her free hand.
When she turned around, she was staring down the barrel of a shotgun. "You know." It was Bill, "I got to thinking that I hate this town and that car is my only way out. Nothing personal, Naomi, but I don't want to kill you. So do me a favor and hand over that gallon."