"Honestly, I don't think about it too much. Sure, she was my mom, but we didn't get along much. Even in her dying breathes, she still nagged at me to get a job. Good old mom, I guess." Jeff said as he moved himself to bring the rifle about on the group of maybe-dead's that had left the group below them, exhibiting a behavior that was a sure-fire sign that they were going after someone. "Throw the molotov on the zeke's below as soon as I begin shooting, so that by the time I've taken the group over there down, the fire will have died down and we can safely leave. Alright?" He checked to make sure he had the box magazine he had marked with 'SS' loaded before cocking the rifle with relish and setting his aim on one of the undead near the front of the group.
Taking a breath, he had no troubles aiming as he had positioned his rifle on the railing, really only doing so for dramatic effect. Once he had the sights well lined up with the head of the enemy, he gestured to his ally before pulling the trigger.
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He found himself somewhat disappointed by the sound and the feel of firing, the sound resembling a powerful air-soft rifle at most and the recoil being practically nonexistent due to the firearm being positioned on the railing and low-caliber it fired. However, these both actually helped his situation, he remarked. Around the same time, Jeff heard the shattering of the bottle and the moaning of the zeds below. A grin came to his face as the figure he had previously been targeting fall to the ground after receiving a shot to the head. "One down.. I'd say about twelve to go..." Jeff moved slightly to follow the next closest target and with a more systematic approach this time, he fired and immediately moved onto the next. Once again, the zeke fell to the ground. Again and again, they fell to the ground at an almost regular pace, with Jeff only missing a shot or two. Within moments, he had taken down most if not all of the horde that had been headed towards... whatever it was they had been heading towards.
The young man took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from his brow as he held the magazine in his hand to estimate the weight. It felt about half as heavy as before, so Jeff took the free moment to load the remaining subsonic rounds into the magazine, which he then put into his jacket pocket, replacing it with a magazine of standard-velocity rounds. "Let's head on down, see if our 'friend' that I just saved is alright. Looks like the zekes below are done burning, so we should be good. You go first." Jeff said with a grin still on his face, casually shouldering the rifle and leaning against the railing.