Reapers Isle: TheParaplegic/Chronic Gamer Returns for the Second Book in his Reaper Series by Justin Gowland

morning?” I said smiling.
    “The only way you ever call me Rees first thing is if you got laid the night before, jammy fucker.”
    “What we got planned for this morning?” I asked, as I got myself ready.
    “Well, I would like to get the new lads and Marc, started on how to shoot the Brownings. Then when they get used to using them, we get them started on the rifles. To be honest, we also need to make another run at the TA Centre the problem we have is I am sure we left left some Reapers in there.”
    “How about we do this get them started on the pistols today and work our way up to the rifles with them. Then we choose the two best shots and they can come with us when we go back. That way we have the extra firepower, that we might need.”
    “That’s my skinny little mate is why you are in charge and I am an advisor.”
    “You my friend are slowly becoming a pain the arse this morning.”
    “Is that what Maddie was saying last night?” He said laughing.
    I shook my head and stood up “Come on lard arse let’s go see if any of this lot can shoot. ‘Pain in the arse’ funny, very funny.” (I am scared of sweet corn you can figure that out cause I am not going to tell you.)
    We walked down the hallway and through the pantry and outside. It was overcast and the sky was that gray color you get before a downpour. We walked down through the garden and went through the fence. We walked out about fifty yards and marked off the area with some long sticks stuck in the ground. We were going to set up a sort of range. When we had gotten some of the fencing that was left from making the paddock for the horses. We roughly had the area marked out and decided that as long as the range pointed away from the cottage and into the trees it would be ok safety wise. Of course we would have to tell people that when we were firing that no one was to be walking down here.
    Turning to go back and get the materials to make the range, we saw Mary coming down the garden path toward us. She stopped at the gate and we met her there.
    “Hey Mary, how are you this morning?”  I asked.
    “I want to learn to shoot as well.” She replied.
    “Well, good morning to you. I was planning on having everyone who could handle a rifle trained. What made you think we were not going to train you?”
    “I heard that one..” and she pointed at Rees “say that you should get your brother and the lads to see who could shoot. So I thought you were only going to train the men.”
    “You misunderstood me Mary, when I said lads, I was meaning in the military sense.” Said Rees.
    She turned a lovely rose color when she had realized that she had cocked up.
    “We noticed that women can sometimes be as good a shot as men if not better. What we are going to do first though is to get you all trained up on the handguns, then we will move on to the rifles. But the main task or today is to get a range set up and then have some of you shoot some rounds without help, then go through some pointers to get you better. We will also go through how to strip and clean them.” Said Rees.
    We walked back to the cottage and went round to the shed to get the materials we needed to set up the firing range. Marc and Dave came over to give us a hand, Jamie was at the paddock watching the horses. Jane and Amanda came outside to hang some clothes on the washing line. Whilst carrying all the stuff for the firing range, I couldn’t believe how much the new people had seemed to settle here.
    I asked Mary that and she said that the last few days at the apartments seemed to be a constant battle with food, water and the Reapers, and the fact they had arrived here and everything was as close to normal as it used to be. I gave her a quick run down on what had happened since the beginning, and that we had been very lucky in that we hadn’t been found or attacked by any Reapers. Hopefully with the extra people we had now things would be easier for us all and with us all working