The Final Battle Part I

Ryan smirked as he cracked the entranceway to the gymnasium open and gazed upon Zane out in the open, holding onto his rifle. The young jock himself had a rifle in his hand, but the idiot hadn't even properly chambered a round. All he had done was insert a magazine into it.

He was not exactly the most adept when it came to using firearms, as until now he had never held a gun before. Zane was the opposite. He had fired more than a few weapons in his time, and knew how to operate most small arms.

As for the rest of Ryan's crew, some of them had figured out to chamber rounds, but those who were supposed to operate the heavy machine guns that Zane had looted from the Marauders hadn't the slightest clue what the hell they were doing.

When Ryan saw Zane out in the open, he called out to him.

"I thought for sure you would have run after seeing your camp burned to the ground. Yet here you are. You really don't care about your life, do you?"