"It's not a toy. But it's not nearly as dangerous as you think it is, if you know how to handle it of course."
The pistol felt foreign in my hands. Too heavy for my weak arms.
"I don't want to," It came out as a whine. Collin grimaced.
"I know, darling. However, this needs to get done before we go find Meg."
"You can handle the guns. I'm good at distractions and hiding," Even though I knew this reasoning would fail, I pushed on.
He sighed, gently taking the gun from me. He crouched down, looking me in the eyes.
"Sweetheart, this is going to be blunt, but you're only twelve. This world doesn't care how little you are, it's going to keep being cruel. You need to know how to protect yourself."
"I have you to protect me! You've done it for months."
"But what if one day I can't? You'd need to protect yourself and be strong."
He was right. When was he not?
I took the pistol back, turning towards the targets he'd set up. As I raised it, my arms shook.
"Go on, Hailey."
Collin's hands covered my ears, protecting me from the loud noise to come.
I took a deep, shaky breath, and squeezed the trigger.
YOU ARE READING
A Broken World
HorrorIn the beginning, there was nothing. Just him and I. As soon as the dead started walking, the world as we knew it broke apart. Now we're left to deal with the shattered pieces.
