Never Ending Double Barrel Shotgun Fallout 4 Novels & Stories

He carried his AK 47 and opened fire on the truck causing the escorts to jump out. Jai Mi bounced out of the car and rolled the SPAS48 shotgun hung behind her back to the front. She stuck her finger into the trigger and fired the first man. The bullet threw him away like a missile and crashed to the ground. Shotguns though short-range do a great deal of damage but requires constant reload. Gwen reversed the car speedily while Abruzzi got down from his and fired at the men with his XM8 rifle. Nicklaus approached the truck as he kept shooting but someone jumped out and grabbed him to the ground causing the gun to fall off his hand.

I smiled at the dark idea and without putting much thoughts into my plans i let the bullet hit the tyres of their car. "Who fired the shots?" The driver yelled while they looked around trying to figure out where the sound came from instead of realizing that their lives were flashing right in front of them. I shook my head at their stupidity and watched the car fall down the cliff and take all their lives to their respective resting place. "Good riddance Maja" I commended myself and got up from the rough ground. I pulled my phone out from my pocket to see it had been destroyed making me curse out in frustration. How do I find my way back?

The flames around them were magical in nature, but so was the water that poured down from the sky, drenching only a few hundred acres of North Georgia forest and nothing else. Gaps were appearing in the wall of fire that had separated the barn from the field of battle, and Shamira's allies started popping through. Reaper opened up on one of the flaming enemies with a high pressure water hose. Shamira liked the ingenuity. Sebastian leaped through another gap and started firing his handgun, slowing another enemy down but not killing it. A pickup truck came hurtling through an opening and ran over a third fire creature, then Bunny got out of the cab and ran like hell before the whole thing expl

I went behind the tree to protect my body, aimed him and shot. 'Bang!' "What the hell! My gun is defective!" He protested, removed his mask and threw his gun on the ground. "No," I answered as I collected their pod packs which are holding their remaining pellets. "If you fire too much, you'll run out of gas. Then the pellets will start to fall short and loose velocity." The eliminated members widened their eyes after I spoke, as if they already recognized me. "Y-You... are you the third heir?" One asked.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

That was all she needed. Julia didn't duck—she spun into the weapon. Her left hand slapped the barrel of the shotgun, forcing it upward just as Enzo’s finger squeezed the trigger. A deafening blast shook the smelting floor, the spray of buckshot shattering a high-voltage light fixture overhead and showering them both in white-hot sparks.

Each shot's recoil slammed into his shoulder socket until it ached. He decided to rest tomorrow. The day after that, he would find a new shooting range to collect more bullets. He couldn't fixate on just one range. Although this was a wilderness gun range, and it was "normal" for bullets fired into the mud to disappear, missing with all 20,000 rounds… forget it. Better not attract suspicion. The apocalypse was still more than two months away. That night, Ray returned to his rented apartment. Someone had splashed feces all over his door.

They then loaded in a fresh one from the pile, and went back to their positions. After a round of adjustments and targeting verification, their commanding officer issued the order to fire again. Once again, row after row of artillery fired their guns and rained down solid rods of doom down on the Federation bunker. The dull grey rods smashed into the ground and pulverized absolutely everything they struck. They rained down terror on the bunker, volley after volley, until every shell was spent and there was nothing left to fire. Over two thousand tungsten rods hammered down on the hill, and left it little more than a smoldering mound of earth.

I screamed over the roar of the gunfire while I cycled the action of my shotgun and sent two heavy slugs into the weeds where a muzzle flash was blinking. "They brought two secondary crews from the coast road and they are already setting up a belt-fed weapon on the bed of that flatbed truck, Lucien, so if we don't drop that operator before he finishes loading the tray he is going to chew these stone columns into sand!" Paolo shouted back as he leaned out from behind a stone wheel and emptied his magazine into the bushes.

I sprint across the debris-strewn floor, sliding on spent shell casings. "Hey!" I scream. The Reaper turns. The skull mask grins at me. I skid to a halt ten feet away. I raise the shotgun. It feels mile-long. The stock digs into my shoulder. The Reaper laughs. He starts to step toward me. I squeeze the trigger. BOOM. The sound is cataclysmic. It’s not a pop. It’s a thunderclap happening inside my skull. The recoil kicks me backward. I stumble, almost dropping the gun. My shoulder screams in protest.