You slowly breathe out and aim the rifle at one of the bottles and fire. You hit it, and jumped for joy when the bottle shattered into pieces. You look at Micah and your face is full of joy and pride.

Micah smiles and chuckles slightly, proud and unable to praise himself for how well he taught you to shoot in such a short time. " good job" he praises you and takes a drag from his cigarette and leans against a rock with a smirk on his face, " keep going, there's still a few more".