

I don't need to be reminded twice. My fears were soothed by Justine's presence, and I sprang to my feet to fetch my baseball bat. Justine after me, double-checking everything I'd previously inspected. Of course, it frustrates and bothers me, but I kept my mouth silent because he had just saved my life from that life-death situation.









"What exactly are you searching for?" he enquired as he shifted his rifle gun. "Perhaps I can assist you to make it faster."









I cleared my throat. 'Anything that could fit us."









Finally, I made my way to the clothing section. Unzipping my rucksack, I began stuffing all the tops that caught my attention. There are sandos, shorts, and several other types of apparel. I grabbed anything that seemed like it might suit me, as well as clothes for my four other buddies. I ended up with around twenty shirts and bottoms in all. I also snatche



"Refrain from pulling the trigger until you're ready to shoot and attack. 









That's a significant error a lot of amateurs make while learning how to use a handgun," Justine explained. He was seated on the cushion next to me, and his hands were showing me what to do. "Remove the safety and pull the trigger, once you feel ready."









I responded with a question, which elicited a peal of laughter from Justine. "How can I know whether the safety is turned on?"









Ah, this is so embarrassing.









I scowled at him, hating the fact that my cheeks were on fire with absolute shame. One person shouldn't be able to make someone feel so dumb, but Justine certainly did. Peter, on the other hand, does not laugh, which I appreciate and like about him the most. He just assisted Justine and showed me how to switch the safety on and off, as well as how to grasp the rifle properly 





When we got back to the base, it was already noon. It wasn't really easy because we have to walk past through those rotten and they're many of them along the road. As usual, the whole place was quiet. But I must say that Justine was right. The rain indeed helped us get back to the base safely and smoothly.









And I just learned another thing from that journey.









Rotten couldn't see us nor hunt for their prey when it's raining. I bet it's something connected to their olfactory, because based on my observation when it's raining, their sense of hearing doesn't seem to function properly, since what they're hearing first were the rain droplets.









'Are you okay?" Justine asked as soon as we got outside the hummer.









He had to park the car first as Peter continued to inspect the surroundings. When we finally got inside, Gigi was standing in front of us while waiti

I don't need to be reminded twice. My fears were soothed by Justine's presence, and I sprang to my feet to fetch my baseball bat. Justine after me, double-checking everything I'd previously inspected. Of course, it frustrates and bothers me, but I kept my mouth silent because he had just saved my life from that life-death situation.









"What exactly are you searching for?" he enquired as he shifted his rifle gun. "Perhaps I can assist you to make it faster."









I cleared my throat. 'Anything that could fit us."









Finally, I made my way to the clothing section. Unzipping my rucksack, I began stuffing all the tops that caught my attention. There are sandos, shorts, and several other types of apparel. I grabbed anything that seemed like it might suit me, as well as clothes for my four other buddies. I ended up with around twenty shirts and bottoms in all. I also snatched some undergarments. There are roughly forty distinct types of garments that will suffice and that we

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