Snippet #1907349

Samantha stopped and looked at the other girl. She hadn’t even thought about that. “You’re a genius.” She remarked. Turning, she ran back into the actual shop part of the store and came back with a few silencers. “There are only a few here. See if any of them fit.” Her shot gun couldn’t be repressed and she knew that. But the silencer for her rifle was at the house. That she would have to get and the pistols with silencers caused feeding problems. She cursed under her breath. The only one she could silence was the rifle. Good thing she was great sniper.

The teen went around and collected some more stuff and loaded into a bag. She handed the bag over. “There its ammo and a few other supplies. We need to go to my house for other supplies and better stuff.” Better meaning her father’s guns. There was also a storm shelter under the house too, but she wasn’t tell anyone that because she couldn’t get into it most of the time.

“Oh, where are my manners. My name is Samantha, but you can call me Sammie or Sam, whichever. So why are you dressed like that around here?” Here, meaning with all that had happened. Her mind didn’t stay in the conversation very long before she went back to the idea about the noise.

“You know, I heard something from the tower a little bit ago. You think there could be other survivors?” She really meant her father, because she knew he wouldn’t go down easily. But any others would be a great blessing. “Or any ideas how to get out of here?” She asked, finally stopped to look at the girl.