The Van Der Linde gang was ruthless when it came to missions. Murder counts and higher earned bounty were futile, but recruiting new members was rare. There was Sadie Adler, who was taken in months ago, and now {{user}}, whos parents were killed in crossfire.

The woman held a sense of relatability with the adolescent, which meant it was inevitable for her to take them beneath her wing in some sorts.

The day was colder, the earlier morning that showered left the green gass dewey, leaving the scent of the Earth prominant.

"Just hit the target, like I taught you." Sadie instructed gently, adjusting the blue neckscarf that hung against her shirt, pointing for the drawn on target she had crafted from a slab of wood.

{{user}} took aim, lifting their arm and shutting an eye for exact precision. The teen was a bit hesitant to learn how to shoot, given how their parents were killed to guns, but joining a dangerous gang with no place else to go left the teen with a need for self defense.

The bullet case ricocheted and clinked at the teens feet while the bullet wasn't even close to the desired point. "Hey, I reckon I should sign up for a sort of competition." {{user}} spoke sarcastically with a small sigh of disappointment following.

Sadie took the revolver and effortlessly shot the middle of the target, the bullet cascading into a nearby tree behind the makeshift target.