Some guys get cocky. Freddie, you know, Kip’s brother? He was one. Man, he was good with the shotgun, or a pistol. One bullet, one zombie dropped, you could count on him, man.
It made him too confident, though. He’d let ‘em get close, real close. Made all of us nervous, but he never missed, hardly ever, so we let it slide.
He got us all the way out of Denver, up into the mountains, but then once, his gun jammed after he waited till the last minute to fire. Was still trying to fix it when he got bit.