In preparation for The Walking Dead marathon, my friend Mr. Officer wanted to take me shooting. You know, in the event should a devastation ever occur. Kill or be killed.
So Mr. Officer tells me we'll be shooting zombie targets as opposed the boring bullseye. That got me really nervous. I'm such a big zombie fan and to think, if I couldn't shoot them properly in the head... well, that's damaging! I'd be devastated. I've been shooting before, and I'm not very good. I mean, not even anywhere near the target at all good.
We get to the gun range and I'm secretly sweating bullets (pun!). What if I can't shoot anything?! No one will ever want to be on my team if I play Resident Evil again! If a zombie devastation really does occur, I'm a goner! I was a wreck. Then I met my target. Glassy-eyed, torn shirt, disheveled hair, looking worse for the wear - my kind of girl.
I affectionately named her Victoria. But not so bad, eh?! Out of ten rounds, seven were in her face :) The remaining three? I have no idea where they went; they were no where on the target. Oops.
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