Drabbletag6, The Walking Dead, Andrea/Michonne, hunting
Title: Grace In Your Step
Author: Temari778
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Andrea/Michonne
Rating: PG
Prompt: Hunting
Word Count: 250
Andrea steadies herself and the rifle, momentarily shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
She hunches down at the base of the tree, and closes one of her eyes, focusing her aim at the rabbit eating grass, unsuspecting.
She keeps her finger on the trigger, but doesn't squeeze it, waiting for a clear shot.
Suddenly, the rabbits stands up on its back feet, its black eyes looking at something she can't see.
Andrea moves the barrel upwards, aims for the exposed abdomen, steps closer--
--a twig snaps under her foot. The rabbit's head turns toward her, ears perked up at the sound.
She fires, but the rabbit is already leaping away, quickly disappearing into the bushes.
The gunshot causes a dozen birds to flutter and take flight, their caws echoing loudly.
Behind her, someone sighs.
"I should be the one doing that," Andrea mutters
Michonne looks neither happy or pissed.
Her disposition struck Andrea as odd, but not hostile.
Andrea sniffs. "I'm not a lousy shot, it was just a misstep."
Michonne shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I found an abandoned grocery store."
"Really? Where?"
She tilts her head. "About two miles east of here."
Andrea coughs. "You went all that way by yourself? I could've gone with you."
"You insisted on hunting instead."
Andrea groans. "Because I didn't know if you could use a gun. Besides, it's not like you could hunt with that," she says, gesturing towards the sword strapped to Michonne's back.
Michonne smirks unexpectedly. "Come on."
Author: Temari778
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Andrea/Michonne
Rating: PG
Prompt: Hunting
Word Count: 250
Andrea steadies herself and the rifle, momentarily shifting her weight from one foot to the other.
She hunches down at the base of the tree, and closes one of her eyes, focusing her aim at the rabbit eating grass, unsuspecting.
She keeps her finger on the trigger, but doesn't squeeze it, waiting for a clear shot.
Suddenly, the rabbits stands up on its back feet, its black eyes looking at something she can't see.
Andrea moves the barrel upwards, aims for the exposed abdomen, steps closer--
--a twig snaps under her foot. The rabbit's head turns toward her, ears perked up at the sound.
She fires, but the rabbit is already leaping away, quickly disappearing into the bushes.
The gunshot causes a dozen birds to flutter and take flight, their caws echoing loudly.
Behind her, someone sighs.
"I should be the one doing that," Andrea mutters
Michonne looks neither happy or pissed.
Her disposition struck Andrea as odd, but not hostile.
Andrea sniffs. "I'm not a lousy shot, it was just a misstep."
Michonne shrugs. "Doesn't matter. I found an abandoned grocery store."
"Really? Where?"
She tilts her head. "About two miles east of here."
Andrea coughs. "You went all that way by yourself? I could've gone with you."
"You insisted on hunting instead."
Andrea groans. "Because I didn't know if you could use a gun. Besides, it's not like you could hunt with that," she says, gesturing towards the sword strapped to Michonne's back.
Michonne smirks unexpectedly. "Come on."