Jay can’t picture anyone who would actively search out zeds but here she is asking Henry to help her do just that. It’s weird and if Jay wasn’t so determined to get better and didn’t have it stuck in her head that only this would do the trick then she might have said never might and turned around. She can hear her heart thumping in her ears as they get farther away from the farm house and the group.
She can hear them shortly after Henry does. It sounds like more then one and Jay gets more nervous then before. But Henry doesn’t look to worried. It is that that Jay holds in mind when she takes a deep breathe and calms slightly. Even if she is the one who asked for this and if she wants it, it is still worrisome slightly. While with Henry there Jay is sure nothing bad could happen to either of them, she is still on edge.
Jay takes a few more deep breathes as she stands near Henry and looks between the three zeds not to far from them. She looks them over. Making sure she knows exactly where all three of them are. Jay pulls the gun from her holster and switches the safety off before nodding at Henry and raising it to the first.
While a tree is a stable target and Jay hadn’t been doing much practicing with the actual shooting to save ammo, she has had a few practices sessions where she gave the tree a few good hits. While she is far from being a sharp shooter, Jay can tell she is getting better. Thought it is a slow progression and Jay wishes she could be good at this over time like she was with construction it just isn’t happening.
There are ten bullets in the magazine and Jay lines up the shoot on the first zed Henry told her to go for. Luckily with out much stimulus for it here the thing is pretty still and Jay gets a solid center of chest shot in. Of course the sound of the gun and the hit gets not only it’s attention but the attention of the others. Jay takes a deep breathe quickly and lifts the aim just slightly before pulling again.
It hits slightly off center but the head and the first one drops. Jay can’t help but smile but with the attention of twos others now she can’t exactly be to proud of herself. They are moving now. Stumbling over the rough Georgia area in their direction. They are moving now, unlike the tree and the first one, and Jay knows this is what she really needed practice for. She aims at the one who is slightly closer. She is glad they are all far enough away that she can move quickly but still have time to aim. The first shot goes shoulder, barely, but Jay takes no time to line up and pull again.
Stomach, left ribs, lower chest, right below the throat, and then finally head. The second drops and Jay is pretty sure if she counted correctly that she will only have two shots left. The third is still not extremely close but Jay speaks quickly. “I can’t kill him in two shots.” She looks down at her mallet and Henry’s knife. She knows she can’t kill him in two shots and while she would like the practice she doesn’t know if she could waste the ammo or not.
Henry’s been trained to count bullets. He knows that Jay has ten in her magazine, and he stands at the ready, crouched down and low. There’s a small gap between them. Henry doesn’t want ringing in his ears while she’s shooting. In the small change that anything goes wrong, he needs to be at one-hundred percent. Her first shot rings out and he sees a zulu stumble back. The second bullet connects with its head, just barely, and one out of their three targets are gone.
It’s easy to disappear behind the noise and trees with all that’s going on. This training will be useless if the zulu turns to come at him instead, so Henry makes sure that doesn’t happen. In any other situation, it would be laughable that someone would see Jay’s small frame and not him, but she’s the one with the gun, out in the open, and zulus aren’t known for their intelligence. She turns towards the other two, which are slowly groaning towards them. Thankfully, the Georgia hills are a natural obstacle, and one of the hostiles falls over a thick tree root. It’s arms flail as it falls over, and that leaves one natural target for Jay as it attempts to get back onto its feet.
Five more shots ring out, and Henry hears the body fall under the loud sounds of shots fired. He aches to pull out his gun, a pure instinct at hearing live fire, but doesn’t. Jay can take care of herself, and Henry reminds himself that over and over again.
“Shoot,” Henry demands. If she misses, they can take care of it no problem. But Jay needs live targets, and this is the best she’s going to get. If she can’t hit it with her last three shots, he’ll still consider their little adventure a success.
When Henry tells her to shoot Jay doesn’t hesitate. The only reason she paused to comment was to save ammo. Ammo has never been something that they have extra in. As much as Jay wants to learn how to shoot she had to think about how much they need ammo, just for a second.
Thought when Henry answers her Jay pulls the gun back up and aims. Her first shoot hit the zed in the shoulder. The infected stumbles from the contact and Jay takes the second to aim again. She waits for it to be head back. While they don’t have the best walking patterns it was better then trying to aim when it was stumbling since she had the space to wait.
The second and last shot its it in the chest and Jay frowns even thought she had a feeling she wasn’t going to be able to take it out in two shots. Even if she knows the gun in empty she flips the safety on and holsters it quickly and grabs for her mallet before looking at Henry to see if she should take it out herself or if he is going to go straight for it.