“Where did you learn to shoot like that?” #zombie

They filter out heading towards one of the auditorium-like rooms.  Some break off to round the others up, bringing them to the auditorium.  There is an excited hum as several conversations about how it is such a relief to experience some normalcy now. 

            During the commotion to the auditorium, Deacon sees Cherise trying to get his attention. Deacon immediately decides to go off on his own, telling Greg that he is going to head up to the observation tower to take a shift watching the road.  Turning around he goes downstairs, gathering up his guns and gear. 

Entering the “Tower”, he sits down at a table.  He looks out over the lake, and the mountains.  All of which seem to be painted a pinkish, orange-ish hue by the sunset.  He starts tearing down his guns to clean them.  The door opens and Dave comes in, asking Deacon what he is doing.  Deacon tells him that he is getting ready for another day. 

“Who taught you to clean your guns like that,” Dave asks him. 

“My dad did, but it was just after we had been hunting, and shooting.  Now, it seems I’m using them every day just to stay alive.  I don’t want to have anything to jam up while I’m fighting those things!”

“Where did you learn to shoot like that?”

“I have shot since I was a kid, but after my fiancée died my dad and I started shooting competitively.  I guess my dad thought it would help keep my mind off things.”