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Episode 9: Candy Snipers…

Thunder rolls across the black clouds in the sky over head, flashes of lightning stab down in the distance and the rain begins to sprinkle.

Picking up a rifle from the weather proof rifle case and snapping off the safety, Joey leans down beside Marty on the ledge looking toward the street.

Darren grabs an AR-15 from the case as well and kneels by the ledge looking through the scope.

The rain begins pouring down as the first group of the diseased pus-buckets run around the corner screaming and moaning for blood.

Darren lines up a shot and leading his target squeezes the trigger.  The three round burst tears through the thing’s head blowing its brains across the pavement like a watermelon that’s been hit with a hammer. Searching for his next target the others begin firing as well.

Joey lines up a shot on the head of a guy with so many pustules on his face he barely looks human anymore. Squeezing the trigger he grins as the creature’s head blows open, its torn flesh flapping in the winds brought on the rain as it crumbles to the ground.

“You are one ugly mother fucker,” Darren says as he squeezes the trigger again and watches as it’s brains blow out coating another one’s face.

“Ok that was awesome!” Joey yells

“This is better than gator hunting any day!” Darren yells

With no more targets Darren looks around through the scope and then lowers the Ar-15 to his hip.  Smiling he looks all around and then looks up as a flash of lightning crashes down nearby.  The following thunder blast shakes the whole roof and Marty stands up.  He motions for everyone to get inside.  The guys move back downstairs shaking off the rain and wiping down the rifles with cloths handed to them by Marty. They put the rifles in the rack along the wall and follow Marty down the stairs.

They go back down into the living room and as they get there they hear the muffled shots going off over the sounds of the rain and thunder outside.

Junior walks over the ottoman by the sofa and opens the top of it revealing several rows of pistols in their holsters and stacks of ammo.  Closing the lid he moves to the couch and opens up the seat on it as well revealing more rifles and several shotguns, with yet more piles of ammo boxes.

“Hey dad where is that new gun oil bottle we opened earlier?”

“How the fuck should I know boy, you were using it to clean a gun earlier,” Marty replies.

“Oh yeah, but I swear I left it right here man,” Junior says motioning towards the coffee table.

“Hey, where did them girls get to?” Darren asks.

“I don’t see ’em in the kitchen,” Joey says glancing into the other room.

“Sounds like they are out in the shooting range with Mama,” Marty says, “Follow me.”

They follow Marty down to the store’s main room and beside the stairs he opens a thick metal door.  As it swings open multiple gunshots ring out.

They move down a short hallway grabbing up ear-muffs hanging from the wall as they walk putting them on. They come into a large room behind the women as they stand shooting down the range.

Chevelle has the pearl handled .38 and is  shooting it with a big grin on her face.

Candy has a Remington .223 Model Seven Predator rifle in her hands, her eye in the scope as she shoots and then rocks back the lever quickly chambering another round. As they watch she shoots and again instantly chambers another round without blinking or even pausing and fires once more.

“Okay ladies, hold up… stop it dammit!” Judy yells from behind them as she stands next to Angie.

The girls stop shooting and set their guns on the counters before them.

“Let’s pull in these targets and see how ya did,” Judy says flipping two switches on the wall beside her.

The clicking noises as the chains pull the targets from way down the long narrow room is barely audible above the ear-muffs they are all wearing.

The target on the left, that Chevelle was shooting at has a massive spread out cluster of bullet holes right in the crotch. She has hit 12 out of 15 shots right in the groin area of the poor paper man.

“Wow, ok so Chevelle has hit 12 times, very good shooting, a tad low honey, but I am sure he would have gone down,” Judy says nodding at her, “Now Candy here has, hit…..well once it looks like? Wait? Hang on..”

Judy moves up and removes the paper target from the bracket.  Turning she walks with it over to Marty and the both hold up the top corner and look at it up close.

“Shit…” Marty says.

“Holy fuck…all in the head…” Joey says looking over Marty’s shoulder.

“She fucking hit all 15 shots in the same…what two inch area. Goddamn!” Judy yells.

Darren takes a look at the target, walks over to Candy, takes her hands in his, looks her right in the eye and says, “My little Candy Sniper…. Will you marry me?”

She stares at him for a full thirty seconds, then slaps him across the face.

“I think she loves me…” Darren says…

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