Like a dog presented with a nice juicy steak, my senior—Cass—had never looked so excited with the thought of making one of her juniors come back to our place of origin rather than actually winning a bet. However, I couldn't hide the excitement myself because my old school was one of the places I thought of hunkering over the moment a single zombie popped up.
That piece of land that I was given? I actually commissioned to have someone build a regular house on top of it—and had one of my older colleagues live on it for free, as long as they kept it clean and had a room set aside for me on the chance I came to visit—but it wasn't apocalypse-worthy like the one Oscar and I built up from scratch.
In any case, I wanted to know more about the place I spent a few years of my life at, and we were now having a pleasant conversation on our way to the log cabin.
"W-Wait a second, everything's still the way it is? Even our decades-old walls that should've been—"
"I thought you'd be more surprised we have classes but the walls were obviously built up and have several guards patrolling 24/7."
I chuckled, "With the way a huge chunk of our land was smack dab in the road, that's a given."
She looked at me like I was an idiot, "Did you forget about everything else from the other side? You know that we only had 4-foot log posts with three wires separating us from the land we didn't own. Imagine the rush to build the same type of wall to keep the dead away."
"Oh! You mean from the Food Factory!"
She let out a cheeky smile, "How long has it been since your last visit? It's Factories now—plural."
"I guess that's one thing you and the General have in common, you two like plural shit..."
"Hmm?"
"Not important. Anyway—" I stopped as I looked around the log cabin, "I thought they'd be here. Helloooooo~"
I was just about to start knocking because everyone else was missing but it didn't take long before a huge shadow loomed over us and Cass almost broke her neck from looking up.
Yes, Quinn just came out the door looking bored as fuck.
Cass pointed up with dread, "W-What... W-What is that?!"
"THE FUCK AM I?! ARE YOU LOST, KID?! TODDLERS AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE IN—"
"I'm in my 30s, excuse me! Y-You're s-so tall!"
"WHAT?! FUCK OUTTA HERE, JAILBAIT—" Quinn roared before she turned to me, "Hey, where did you pick this one up? Also, wanna have a quick one? I was really~ hoping for a hot soak but this trip has gone to shit and I really want some release— I know you need one too after that—"
Cass couldn't believe her ears as her face turned bright red, "W-Wait, you're having an a-affair with this... t-this one—"
JP looked like he'd smack the shit out of me but he knew full well that he'd gonna need more than Lopez's blood if he did so he just frowned and protested, "I can zero my gun, of course! But how can I do it if everyone's there trying to disturb us! I had the highest kill count on the board! This is just a new gun I borrowed for the trip! They should be doing the jobs I assigned to them!
Even the officers are slacking off, dad will be hearing of this later—"
"Oh? Like you told on me for 'trying' to kill you?"
"I-I-I was upset, alright?! And for the record, I actually thought you would..."
I chuckled as I shrugged my shoulders, "Fair enough—"
The Quinn cut me off, "Wait a second, you're forgetting something you promised me you'd let me do!"
I quickly tried to wave her off, "Woah! Woah! Woah! Not here and I don't remember anything—"
"YOU FUCKING DUMBASS! I'M TALKING ABOUT FIRING THE .50 CAL— THE BARRETT OR WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU MAY CALL IT!"
The moment the word 'Barrett' was spread in the open air, everyone else suddenly turned in our direction with bloodshot eyes and even Major Perez missed, giving Kaley the victory, and I was swarmed with all these fucking gun nuts like I was the only one that brought paper for the test. However, Quinn managed to quickly disperse the crowd as she swung Cass around like a ragdoll.
'That's a relief, we only brought so much .50 BMGs and I'm not gonna waste it on target practice!'
"WAIT— WHY AM I HERE— BLEGRHH! STOP THROWING ME AROUND! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"You're pretty light— Well, of course, with that size it's pretty much a given..."
"PUT ME DOWN! PUT ME DOWN! SOMEBODY HELP!"
After that short bout of chaos, I fulfilled my promise to Quinn by letting her have her way with my Barrett M107A1—with a full magazine, to boot—and everyone else could only look with envy. However, seeing Quinn make it look like a regular-sized rifle in her hands was fucking shocking to me but the look on her face the moment she fired the first shot was fucking priceless.
Her whole body jolted the moment she pulled the trigger and how I wish I had a slow-motion camera on hand, but I'd stick with photographic memory to remember everything that... jiggled.
Quinn was smiling from ear to ear as she turned to me like she'd devour me whole, "WHEW! I like this gun, like shit... I really~ like this gun... Can I have—"
"Nope! Not in a million years!"
"OH, COME ON—"
I completely ignored her as I turned to my group, "We're burning precious daylight here, hurry it up!"