Pistol
Again and Again
Alan (V.O.): To Saga, with a heightened survival instinct kicking, it seemed like she had just squeezed down the trigger of her pistol once as the Taken was coming closer and closer. But the gun kept firing again and again faster than possible, like she was rapidly pulling the trigger.
More Bullets
Alan (V.O.): Saga had lost count of how many shots she’d fired, but she was sure it must have been more than she had in her magazine and yet, she’d not run out of ammo, as if the magazine had grown to fit more bullets. She fired again.
Another Headshot
Alan (V.O.): Saga was sure she had hit the Taken in the head, but had not even slowed the monster down. She took aim and fired again. Another head shot. This time, the Taken staggered.
Sawed-off Shotgun
Fluid Motion
Alan (V.O.): In one fluid motion, Saga cracked open the shotgun, sending the empty hulls flying over her shoulder and slammed the new shells in faster than she had imagined possible.
Out of Action
Alan (V.O.): The Taken was momentarily out of action, but not for long. Saga raised the shotgun to stop it. Once and for all.
Ready For More
Alan (V.O.): The report of the shotgun rang in the air. The enemy fell. Saga felt a surge of new energy. She’d been dead tired before but was ready for more now. She would get through this. She continued on.
Crossbow
Pull the String
Alan (V.O.): Saga strained to pull the string of the crossbow back as far as she could. To her surprise, the latch adjusted to accommodate her. The next bolt would stop a monster.
Two Shots
Alan (V.O.): Saga realized the crossbow could hold two shots at the same time. Had she just not noticed before, or had the weapon changed somehow, like in a dream?
Magnetic Pull
Alan (V.O.): Saga had hit the Taken with the crossbow. She switched to her gun and kept firing at it. The bullets hit home, following a strange trajectory, as if the bolt had carved a track in the air for them, a magnetic pull for them to follow.
Hunting Rifle
Feedback Loop
Alan (V.O.): Saga fired the rifle. Hit the Taken again. Pulled back the bolt to reload. She fired again. Another hit. Faster. Again. Yet faster. Again. A strange lethal feedback loop forming, speeding up.
Kill Shot
Alan (V.O.): Saga stood still, emptying her mind, focusing. Breathing in. Breathing out. She aimed the rifle, ready for the kill shot.
Way Home
Alan (V.O.): Aiming through the scope, Saga could see the flickering darkness that protected the Taken. Saw it waver and jerk. Saw shifting opening in it. There! She fired, sending the bullet through to find its way home.
Pump-action Shotgun
Stay on Course
Alan (V.O.): The Taken rushed toward her, but Saga remained where she was, unmoving. She willed the pellets to stay on course, to hit the target. The Taken was closer. She waited. Closer. Still she waited until the very last moment.
Under Control
Alan (V.O.): Saga gripped the pump action shotgun, aiming down the barrel. It fit in her hands perfectly. It felt steady. She had it under control. She swung around ready.
Faster and Faster
Alan (V.O.): Saga squeezed the troffer of the pump action shotgun. The shots poured out, faster and faster in a growing frenzy.