Post by Leon Silverblood on May 28, 2009 20:04:41 GMT -5
Leon was still turning his slow circle, his hearing tweaked, his eyes scanning a world that seemed to be full of motion from the living light. A zombie couldn't have snuck up on him, but a shuffle and a drag and a moan really isn't the height of stealth, anyway. And they don't move very smoothly either. Even the weak human eye catches their jerky movement rather easily. And zombies were the only thing he was really listening for. A human wouldn't very well turn around to kill him, and wouldn't surprise the hell out of him either. One tentative survivor communicating with another tentative survivor beneath flarelight is done with great caution because of the likelihood of unsprung nerves. And it was indeed Leon's nerves that came unsprung, Leon who's reflexes responded to his eyes almost too fast for his own good or Giddien's.
As Gidden's hands came up, they were the first sign of anything within 50 meters, so catlike had he been, and even from the respectful distance the man had chosen, he startled the hell out Leon. Sirens and flags and bells galore all crashed into each other in his mind as the hint of movement registered in his periphery. He squeezed the trigger once, twice, three times, harder each time, his arm seeming to jab the pistol out at Giddien's chest with each squeeze of his fingers. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and it was several seconds before his chest and abdomen unclenched enough for a gasp of a breath.
"Ho-lee SHIT!" he panted as he dropped the pistol to the ground and put his hands on his knees. After a few more seconds he looked up, still panting but grinning now, and coughed the word out in relief "Safety!"
That damned close, he thought, to accidentally killing an unarmed ally. God he needed to relax.
As Gidden's hands came up, they were the first sign of anything within 50 meters, so catlike had he been, and even from the respectful distance the man had chosen, he startled the hell out Leon. Sirens and flags and bells galore all crashed into each other in his mind as the hint of movement registered in his periphery. He squeezed the trigger once, twice, three times, harder each time, his arm seeming to jab the pistol out at Giddien's chest with each squeeze of his fingers. His eyes nearly popped out of his head and it was several seconds before his chest and abdomen unclenched enough for a gasp of a breath.
"Ho-lee SHIT!" he panted as he dropped the pistol to the ground and put his hands on his knees. After a few more seconds he looked up, still panting but grinning now, and coughed the word out in relief "Safety!"
That damned close, he thought, to accidentally killing an unarmed ally. God he needed to relax.
