Never Ending Double Barrel Shotgun Fallout 4 Novels & Stories

They all ran in through the door with full speed but the speed Sharon entered with was too high that she hits against a speaker On the wall and the sound stopped. They looked around and wondered how they got there. Sarah could be seen taking two desert eagle pistol from the table as she stared at the TV on the wall. It was an online footage of the compound via the security camera. Five men with pump action guns could be seen walking stealthily into the compound. "Don't worry. I've seen You already." She said caressing the gun. Sharon examined the speaker and then stood up. "It's a Decoy screamer will attracts Supernatural creatures, whoever did this, i think this is a trap we need to get out

As I look at his dead body, I see his weapon, an assault rifle, lying beside him. "Rebecca," I shout, "There's an assault rifle! Grab it now!" Rebecca nods her head and hands me her double-barrel shotgun. "Cover me," Rebecca says. Running directly into the line of fire between the bunker people and the traitorous soldiers, I do my best to cover Rebecca. Running out as fast as she can while staying low to the ground, she grabs the dead soldier's assault rifle and begins firing. She, along with the bunker people, manages to kill off two more soldiers. As two more soldiers are shot and killed, the others have no choice but to retreat. Turning around, they quickly disappear into the makeshift ci

[Elena's POV] The mountain wind died. Suddenly, Noah snapped the barrel of the Beretta shotgun shut. The metallic clack cut through the silence. He spun on his heel, raised the wooden stock to his shoulder, and pulled the trigger. The explosion shattered the quiet reserve. The smell of sulfur and burning gunpowder flooded the air. The bearded boss shrieked. He dropped to his knees, throwing his hands over his head. The buckshot grazed the very top of his scalp, leaving a bloody trench in his hair before obliterating the marble statue standing ten feet behind him.

“Hurry!” We dove into the van, and Vanessa hit the gas, the tires kicking up gravel as we sped farfar from the ability . Behind us, explosions erupted because the servers overheated, sending plumes of smoke and hearthplace into the sky. The sight changed into each terrifying and exhilarating sight. “It’s over,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “We did it.” Ethan located a hand on my shoulder, his expression softening. “You did it, Anita.” The Fallout

he held out the shotgun to Sasha. Ben watched Sasha spin the gun a few times effortlessly. She tested the barrel’s distance with her fingers and disassembled it to understand its mechanics fluidly. He might not be the gun expert, but Sasha knew what she was doing. After confirming there were no live rounds in the gun, she spammed the trigger to understand the gun’s temperament. “Are you familiar with double barrels?” Ben asked. Sasha nodded. She rarely used double-barrel guns, despite the higher potency and explosive recoil. They were good for hunting but terrible for rapid shots due to their reloading frequency.

“We just lost—” BANG. A 7.62 round punched through the reinforced glass—sniper shot, Dragunov SVD, 800 meters out. Sparks’ erupted, blood jetting red across the monitor, gurgling as he slumped, chair rolling back. The screen hissed static, red streaks smearing the feed. Three down.

I've missed this; watching men fall at my feet, die by my bullets. 'Bruce, drive!' I shouted, jumping behind a metal wall. The bullets hit and ricochet off the wall, causing sparks at each collision. Georgia hid at the wall opposite mine. The loud shots would certainly be heard from miles. Bullets flew pass, most hitting the wall. I cocked my gun again and crouched down. Immediately the men poked their heads out, I shot them. I threw my empty guns away and pulled out the M16 A4 belted to my back. I removed the waterproof and threw it at Georgia since she was out of bullets too. 'These guns are so primitive,' she groaned.

The third shot had already left his custom-made barrel, the recoil absorbed by the hydraulic buffer system in his rifle stock. **Close Quarters: Visitation Room 3** I rolled behind the overturned metal table as Arthur's remaining guards opened fire. Bullets sparked off the steel legs, the ricochets whining through the air like angry hornets. The table's ballistic-rated surface held—barely—until a fourth sniper round turned Guard #4's head into pink mist, the hydrostatic shock spraying the wall behind him. "Sophie." Damien's voice came through the baby monitor clipped to my belt, barely audible over the gunfire. His tone was calm, measured—the same voice he used when walking me through a high

Safe. Adam's mental screaming softened to a whimper, then gradually faded to something like relief. Angela sagged against the medical bed, finally able to breathe without pain as the feedback loop broke. "How did you do that?" she whispered. "I have no fucking idea," I admitted. The smoke was starting to clear, which meant the augments would be moving again soon. I checked my ammunition—four shells left in the shotgun, half a clip in the pistol Ruth had given me. Not nearly enough if they decided to rush us all at once.

Jack can't control them anymore and he just continuously open fire his AR-15 until he reached the stair with the other survivors. Margaret was shaking while holding the two kids that were both crying. The old man who were holding his wife very tight not to let her go. Jack was still firing his rifle, he got empty and even shakingly got his extra cartridge in her chest and reload it but because of his shakingly hands moving it was too late for him when he was trying to insert the cartridge. He release it and fell to the floor.