Just Leave Me Alone | Freya & Max
Brace yourself for the recoil.
Freya pulled the trigger, eyes looking through the scope, hands steady as her breathing slowed and the gun kicked back against her shoulder. She'd gotten used to it. And when she let her breath out and looked up to look at her handiwork, she gave satisfied smile, unknown to anyone but herself. She was shooting with pellets. The Sector can't afford to lose any more bullets than necessary. But at least she was able to practice.
Practicing before going out on a mission has become a routine for her. It let out her frustration. Freya was always frustrated, and more short-fused before a mission. She had gotten used to the safety inside the Sector. So much so that she would always be thinking about all the possible ways to die out on a mission. Shooting a gun, regardless of its ammunition, was the only thing that calmed her nerves.
Out in her makeshift training grounds, with the few cardboard boxes with targets drawn on them with crayons(Because they were the only writing materials available to her) and small, round, plastic pellets used as bullets. They were her companions. And out there, she could afford to bring her walls down. With no one in sight, in a part of the Sector that not many people go through, she could be nervous.
Because while she pretended to be cool and bored out on a mission, she was still afraid for her life. She liked to think she didn't care as much about her group to make herself feel better. She'd made extra effort to make them hate her so she wouldn't have to worry about caring too much about them. Relationships and friendships and feelings made people less guared, and being less guarded could get people killed.
Freya looked through the scope again, letting out a few more rounds that buried themselves near the red dot she had drawn in the middle of the target. She lowered the gun, then, sitting on the ground, her hands on her forehead as her thoughts wandered back to what the result of their mission could be. Definitely disaster. Blood and zombies and entrails, of course.
But all she kept thinking about was that she hoped no one got killed. Because that would mean a lot of explaining to do to the higher ups and she was just too tired toe xplain why someone was stupid enough to end up among the dead(or undead, for that matter).
Freya looked down at her dirty hands, "I just want this done and over with already." She though out loud. Because when you have no one to talk to, your only option is to talk to yourself. How could anyone end up on that forgotten part of the Sector, anyway? With forgotten Freya Carlisle in it as well. Would anyone even realize she's missing or would she have done such an amazing job at pushing people away that nobody would give two flying fucks about where she is or if she's okay. The thought mildly annoyed her, only more so because she knows the latter is very possible.
