LingQui limped over and saluted. "Requesting permission to join you on run for supplies! I could use a good rifle that's more accurate than my M4." the Marine said, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder.
Salem: It ain't the bow, it's the Indian. Very well, but leave your M4 behind then. It can be used for the watch. You do have a secondary weapon, don't you?
"Yes, sir. I have my standard M9, silenced, of course." he said, standing at attention. "I just think that getting a bolt-action would be better for my sniping purposes."
Salem: Well, if you can score a headshot a joint and decapitate them, then a sniper will work for you. body shots and anything else just doesn't work too good. It's like sticking a needle through a sponge. Well, we better get moving.
Salem looked behind and saw some people were following. He was tired from staying up all night. Once they got back from restocking, he might go and take a little rest.
LingQui wlked behind Salem, M9 in hand, keeping an eye out for any zombies. In his other hand he clutched his Medal of Honor, the one thing he was attached to in life. "Sir, requesting permission to scout ahead."
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