Jaime and Hannah both smiled,<br/>"Excellent, that'll free Mom and my sis up to help in the garden or watch the kids."<br/>Matthew said.<br/>He paused, glancing at Niki, Haley and Elizabeth before finally asking,<br/>"Can any of you operate a firearm?"<br/>In the old world, shooting was a hobby and it still was. Knowing how to<i>fight</i>was a necessary life skill however. The difference between shooting and fighting had been drilled into him since he turned fourteen and recieved his rifle as a birthday present. "Faggots shoot! I fight!" his oldest brother, a SWAT Officer had barked like a true drill instructor. Anyone could plink tin cans one at time, very carefully but it took special training to sprint from cover to cover, firing off quick bursts to suppress your enemies and take another human life.<br/>He'd yet to do so. Zombies he'd killed plenty of but no people. He was always alert for bandits or raiders though, a noose already tied in case any of them were taken alive and a full magazine of ammunition always ready to make sure the noose wasn't needed...