Part 67: Symbols of War

We ventured out to explore the city, Mother Miranda accompanying us despite our concerns for her well-being. The cityscape was a haunting tableau of destruction, with buildings reduced to rubble and streets littered with the remnants of a once-thriving civilization.

“Mother, you’ll get tired walking with us,” Captain Lee voiced his concern.

“I’m not that old. I can keep up,” Mother Miranda replied firmly. Her resilience was inspiring, a testament to the strength she had developed over years of hardship.

“Do you know how to handle firearms, Mother?” I asked, curious about her capabilities.

“I’ve killed many zombies in my life,” she said with a wry smile. We all laughed, appreciating her sense of humor in such dire circumstances.

“When I was younger, I could fight with one hand tied behind my back. In my youth, I learned how to shoot a pistol,” she continued, her eyes gleaming with memories of her past exploits.

“Can you show us?” Sarah asked, handing her my pistol.