When She Had A Goal, She Would Always Be Determined To Stick To It Until It Was Completed. This Was No

When she had a goal, she would always be determined to stick to it until it was completed. This was no time to back away from it in danger like this. However, she was surprised when he agreed to her condition easily. But what mattered now was that she had a chance to find her dad. If not him, perhaps others who didn’t have her. With a chance came hope and it was evident through her ever beaming smile. 

“You don’t have to worry,” she said pulling out her crossbow, aiming for the sand bags used as target practice without hesitation. She pulled the trigger and the shot straight through where the head of a monster would be, Piercing through the bag itself.

“The monsters’ have been helping me practice,” She added as she reloaded before she slung it back on her back. 

She nodded, with some worry. She didn’t think about what could happen if she found his remains if the worst came. Shima didn’t want to think about it. Her dad was tough and smart. She had hope though that overwhelmed the worrying feeling.

She slipped the photo back in her pocket. She had been in the city for a couple weeks at least minus the traversing through the woods. While she had been lucky, many others hadn’t. There could be more out there, along with the monsters without a chance.

“That sounds good. But on one condition: I go with you out there.”

Shima was aware of the monsters. But that wasn’t gonna stop her from finding her dad. On top of that, her aiming was top notch thanks to her dad teaching her. And from all the practicing. And the times she was bored.

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