Warmed by contact with her skin, smooth and hard. Lena knew just how to hold it, just the right touch to make it respond; knew how it would fit her body the same way every time. Comforting and exciting all at once. It never got old. The weapon was also hot pink, a feature that never ceased to annoy her male colleagues. She had even painted little flowers on the stock. Bonus annoyance. She was getting to be almost fond of pink, although she had always hated the color when she was growing up. Lena cuddled the AR-15 into her shoulder a little more snugly when she heard the crackling noises again. There, just there at the forest’s edge, she could see two of them stopping to sniff the wind. In the infrared scope they looked less human, not that she cared anymore if they looked human or not. You couldn’t care. You had to just aim and shoot, aim and shoot, never hesitating because if you hesitated you lost, and that was literally a fate worse than death unless you had the stones to finish yourself before the virus activated.
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