Chapter 17: Making The Voices Happy
Dimitri stared down at his gun for a second before looking at the dead bodies all around him. As with any individual who uses a gun on a daily basis, he made a habit of counting the bullets, preparing for when he had to change the magazine.
The problem was that he had been separated from his team on a mission, and he didn't have any extra magazines or bullets to change out. He had already used them all up before chaos hit, and there was no way for him to get more.
With every pull of the trigger, he was waiting for the click of an empty chamber, knowing without a doubt that both he and the girl in his arms were looking at their own death. But with every bullet spent, there seemed to be an unlimited one waiting for him.
"Told you," said the girl, the innocent look on her face as she smiled down at him, awoken something he had long thought dead. "I'm more dangerous than I look."
"That you are," he replied. She had a better shot than he did, and that was saying something. In fact, she might even cause Ronan to have a run for his money, and he was the sniper in their group. "But the sun is setting fast. We need to find shelter before there are more zombies."
The girl, whose name he still didn't know, cocked her head to the side as if she was listening to voices only she could hear before pointing down the road a bit more. "There should be a big mall just a bit further. We can sleep there."
Dimitri gently rapped the little Kitten's nose, causing her to scrunch up her face in what had to be the most adorable way he had ever seen.
With a simple nod, he started walking, the girl still held high in his arms, keeping her away from the dirt around them.
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