Chaingun
Who do ya love?
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I look up at the monitor in the hallway and see that there is a visitor. She's dressed in dark colors with a rifle slung on her back...looks like a Lee-Enfield Number 4 Mk I. That is impressive. Quite impressive. And she's keeping it slung to let us know that she means no harm. But then, what lurks beneath the coat...pistols? Knives? Perhaps a recent zombie bite?
I pad down the hallway, intent on checking our new visitor out.
I draw a Kimber 1911 that I picked up on the road the other day. Sure, it's a high end pistol, but it's not my high end pistol. I wouldn't build a 1911 like this, more for show than for combat. Mine wouldn't have this bright polished slide nor such a large beavertail safety. I don't like the trigger. But it's a throwaway to me. If I really wanted to carry a good Kimber made for me, I'd go to Kimber's facility, break in, and build my own from their inventory. My personal 1911 is locked up in a safe right now though....
The door rolls back and the pistol is in my right hand pointed down at the ground.
"Hello and welcome. You may come in if you mean no harm to my other guests and if you're willing to stand for an inspection. We don't allow bitten people in here. And I apologize for answering the door naked; we don't wear clothing inside so that everyone can see that anyone is unbitten and therefore, not a threat. You're new and that is a little unnerving I've found. So rest assured that it's not an attempt to get you prepared for some sort of sexual advances. We're all friends here and the nudity is just normal at this point."
She steps in, cautiously, clearly freaked out a little bit at how stupid it must be for me to answer the door wearing nothing but socks and a pistol. She looks around and clearly smells breakfast.
"Yep, biscuits and gravy, bacon, scrambled eggs, and rye toast. My favorites. Oh, and there's grits too. You're in the south, Ma'am. We eat a good breakfast here.
Come on in and, welcome. Always, welcome."
