Unfortunately, the gun only existed in his dreams!
But will I give up?
After all that insistence, I drew attention with my fearless and more wasteful actions against zombies.
Well, like you, I didn't run away to the safe zone and take shelter in guns and bullets, I choked them all!
How can I not know the weak points of these charades after two months spent between them? I'll tell you with my eyes closed!
Therefore, although my wish to have a gun came true, the first step was to learn to shoot.
As someone who will touch the gun for the first time, I must say that I was extremely excited, I was thinking of the mob bosses in the movies and I was barely suppressing my urge to walk with style.
I can't embarrass myself!
After I calmed down, I entered short-term military training, emphasizing that I had to go through accelerated training before the instructor touched the weapon.
In addition to walking, lay-off training, and shooting training would be held.
However, target practice was not included in these 21 days and instead, I was given heavy physical training.
Still unable to pass by the beauty of the weapon, I could only bite my tooth and finish the training hard.
After 21 days, I did not even have time to rest, and I applied for weapons training.
When I took the iron gun in my hand, I felt completely worth the last 3 weeks and went back to the trainer.
While I've become more familiar with English since I've been here, that only applies to everyday terms, and military as well. I can't even count the many words that I still can't understand.
The instructor began to explain in detail, pointing to the gun in my hand.
"Semi-automatic, easily passed tough endurance tests, able to work in all conditions, stable, endless barrel life, never jamming...
Sig Sauer P229 with 99 mm barrel length, 9 mm caliber, and 770 g curb weight..."
After the man with the American accent calmly explained, the gun flowed from my hand and pointed at the target.
I jumped, startled, by his sudden fire, as the man nodded and continued, "Has a loud sound and strong recoil," with a laugh.
When I looked at the target, I was surprised to see that a random and unprepared shot coincided with the 7th Ring.
He walked away, approaching and asking me to practice alone for a while, teaching proper posture and technique.
I wanted to cry while looking at the gun in my hand, it was easier to use a stick!
After a few shots, my arm was battered, luckily I did not have a raw body, and my arms were not shaking like a hysterical patient like the recruits here.
-To be continued-