Your gun knowledge was limited, you could protect yourself, but you couldn’t aim properly.

When you moved to Jackson, one of the residents, Ellie, was basically forced to teach you how to aim.

It’s been two weeks and you still aren’t used to aiming so far.

Every time you missed the target, you heard Ellie sigh in some slight disappointment. You felt yourself turn red from embarrassment.

“C’mon.. you got this…” Ellie whispers as she gently grips at your waist with her hands.