It took them one whole day to find two guns for ivy and Karis. Karis had found a sniper, so Rachel had set targets very far away from her, though some would be closer than others. Ivy found a pistol, so the targets were closer.

Karis was lying on the ground on the roof of a small shop, looking through her scope at her target. She breathed in, and when she breathed out she pulled the trigger. The kick-back surprised her, and she hit the target's shoulder.

"Not too bad. By tomorrow i want you to be doing head-shots with your eyes closed!" Karis groaned at rachel's impossible goals, "Thats not possible!"

Rachel didn't hear her and had gone to check on ivy. She looked at the closest target. It had no bullet holes. "Ivy, this is meant to be an enemy! Hit it!" She frowned at the younger girl,"I'm trying –"Ivy whined "- but the bullets don't go where they're meant to!"

"just try shooting with your eyes open! Both of them."

"okay, just a second." Ivy turned her back to Rachel and fiddled with something for a moment. When she turned back around she had taped both her eyelids open with duck-tape. She aimed the gun as her eyes watered and she fired. The bullet missed the target. She screamed in rage and began shooting rapidly.

All the bullets missed the target. "You should've hit it at least once by accident." Rachel mused, "maybe we should take a break." She said loud enough so Karis could hear. The sisters threw their arms up in the air in joy. They gave Rachel their guns and ran inside the building they were sleeping in, curled up in their respective sleeping spots and fell asleep. Three whole days Rachel had driven them and this is the first bit of sleep they ever got since they found the guns. Rachel was enjoying the weather when she saw the pushes rustling. She picked up ivy's pistol and watched closely. She waited as they rustled some more. Then, through the bushes, a man tumbled backwards, hitting the ground hard. A feral ghoul had jumped on top of him, making it's weird zombie noises. She shot it in the head and watched as it fell limp to the side of the man.

He turned, propping himself up on his left shoulder to look at her, and Rachel was face to face with the one and only Mac Cready. She stared down at him, and he stared up at her. For a moment they were completely silent. Upon closer inspection, she saw he was covered in blood and had a broken leg. "What happened to you?" She asked finally.

"Ferals...That's what.." He sat himself up, looking at his leg. "I killed just about all of them, but i ran out of ammo for that last one... So, thanks. for killing it, i mean."

"Sure..." She lowered her gun and looked at his leg. for a moment she didn't move, Listening to mac cready groan in pain. she sighed and walked over, pulling an arm over her shoulder. Mac Cready looked at her in wonder for a moment, and then they both stumbled for a bit to get him standing straight. "C'mon, this way." Rachel led him to the building. He could rest in there.

Once inside she got him sitting down again, on a old tattered seat. she left him there for a bit and got the duct tape. Mac cready examined Karis and Ivy; he was wondering why three little girls were all on their own...