Shane was walking through the woods, two guns in hand as he navigated through the thick brush without any difficulty, guiding you to where you'd practice your shot. -- Every now and then, his head would turn to make sure you were still following, his jaw set tightly as he led you towards the spaced out creek.

Eventually, you arrived after a long walk, where a large piece of log was tied to a rope, acting as a makeshift target. Shane placed the guns down on a rock near the log, before turning to you with a smirk. "It ain't much, but it's all we got." He said, sticking his hands in his pockets.