MTLNOVEL Chapter 55: The Hunt For Game
With big and silent steps, yet so precise and unyielding, Quagmire moved with no hesitation. What was present a few days or more ago was no longer present. He was no longer the same; he was now adapted to the world and, in turn, his current situation. This was reality, and what he once knew was no longer present.
He must adapt and overcome, yet have an open mind, to the ever-developing world at hand. After all, he was going to be that big bomb that would rock the entire world he was currently standing on. Thus, with precise and fluid steps, along with his trusty variable silencer, he moves along the shade of the trees.
With his ears alert for any changing sounds that come from his surroundings. The sound of leaves and the dance of the tree were the only things he heard. He has a lot of time, but he has to make it quick. Upon judging from the position of the sun, he arrived at the conclusion that he had at least four hours to circle the perimeter, gather gold, and enough meat or game from hunting.
Upon considering the time, he hastened his steps. After a few moments, as he was glancing from left to right, he caught some movement at the edge of his peripheral vision. The move was quick, but was long enough for him to caught it. He looked over and squinted his eyes, and upon seeing it, his eyes went wide along with a grin.
Upon closer inspection, the game he found was that of something similar to a cow in his past world, or, according to his taste, it was definitely of a cow, as it looked and tasted similar, so it must be a cow, right? If it quacks like a duck, and moves like a duck, and looks like a duck, and tastes like a duck, it definitely must be a duck, right? It definitely should be.
With a confirmation of what he was looking at, he brought out his Mark 1 Bolt Action Rifle. Considering the distance, the rifle would have far better accuracy than the pistol and would ensure a kill. However, before he continued, he moved and scouted the surroundings of the cow first, and thankfully, the cow was not alone; rather, there was another one. Therefore, he was looking at two cows.
Cows are large and should be enough for a few days, a week, or even a month if it's only him. That is, if it's only three meals a day, but he has to feed twelve people, and at the same time, eat continuously. With that in mind, he needs to make it quick, precise, and deadly all at the same time.
Thus, he inserted the clip with ammunition. Once it was inside, he removed the clip and stored it back in the inventory. It could be reused after all. After all, the clip is worth a few golds, it might be a few golds, but it's still a gold, and still has some value to be used. Which is why he would keep it.
Keeping things that have value to him has always been a hobby of his to the point it looked like some kind of obsession. Well, it does no harm anyway, so it does not bother him, rather it gives him comfort. Others might not have value to it, to him, no matter what, as long as he likes or treasures it, it would and would always value it.
With that in mind, he smirked at the intricacies of his personality. With a smile, he aligned his body into a shooting position and activated the eagle's eye. Things seemed to slow down as his breathing became steady and reduced in frequency.
He aimed down his sights, and centered it at the head of the cow, as he aimed his breathing further slowed down, and with each passing second it seemed to stop indefinitely, but was then interrupted with a silent but rather muted bang.
The barrel in front of the rifle flashes with light, and a bullet comes out at blistering speed, intending to take out once and for all its intended target. The recoil from the shot pushed the gun further into the shoulder of Quagmire, but he resisted and controlled it. The loud and fiery sound of the bullet coming out was further muted by a significant amount by the variable silencer that was modified for the use of the rifle.
The bullet came out in its perfect form and came crashing down the head of the cow, penetrating deep into its head and coming out of the other side. Blood was splattered all over as the cow came stumbling down onto the ground. The other cow was flabbergasted and attempted to escape.
Unfortunately, Quagmire was much faster, before the cow could even move a few inches from its place. He had already pulled and slammed back the bolt, therefore removing and replacing the feeder with a new bullet. Following his breathing rhythm, he realigned his sights and body to slightly change its direction, and with a soft and firm click below the rifle. It once again fired a flash of light.
The flash was short-lived, and out of it, the bullet passed by with incredible speed. A moment passed by, and the other cow fell down headfirst into the ground. With a firm grin, he closed his palm and claimed victory.
Quagmire did not immediately move forward, as the rifle still made a sound, so he waited for a few moments, so if there were ever a ghoul close by, he would be able to ambush it. When a few moments had passed, he came out of the bush he was hiding at, and moved at the cows location.
Upon arriving, he saw two cows with holes in their heads, with blood splattered all over the place, as the bullets went through their heads, and made quite a mess. Nevertheless, he stored the bodies inside so that he would be able to process the meat and its hide later back at home.
In just a few moments after coming out of the base, he had already caught two cows, it seemed like he would be able to encounter more for today. His sons are really lucky to have such a hardworking father, he thought to himself.