229 Weird Nostalgia (2/2)

I picked up the rifle and held the stock where my chest and shoulder connected before I looked down the sights and aimed. For some reason, this action felt oddly familiar as well. It was almost as if I had used this gun many times in the past.

”Seems so,” I responded.

After ensuring that the safety was on, I grabbed onto the strap and flung the rifle over my shoulder. When that rifle was secured, I once again felt that nostalgic feeling. It was a...puzzling feeling. Mixed in that nostalgia were...bitterness, sadness, and frustration. It's almost as if...I had failed in doing something, doing something important.

”Seven bullets in each clip,” I muttered to myself as I held up the second clip and confirmed the number of bullets. ”So fourteen total...”

”Why didn't you grab that one?” Muria looked over at a Jorzan rifle. ”That one has more bullets.”

I looked over at where Muria was pointing and then shook my head. ”That's a Jorzan rifle. I just feel like...it's more appropriate for me to use something our people used to protect our country with.”

”You're right,” Muria nodded.

She then proceeded to walk over, stepping on the shattered glass and knelt down, probably to see if there's anything she could use. However, I had taken the only Vilheim rifle, making it so that the rest were all Jorzan weaponry.

”It's dangerous if you don't know how to use one,” I said to her.

”As if it's not your first time,” she snickered as she looked over at me.

”I don't know,” I shook my head and sighed. ”I just...feel familiar with this rifle.”

”Alright then,” Muria sighed as well as she rose to her full height.

She followed after me as we walked over to the closed door that we had came in from. However, before leaving, I paused in front of the closed door.

”Hm?” Muria looked over at me with a confused look on her face.

”Don't worry,” I started saying, and for some reason, I once again saw those visions. However, it was visions of...a peaceful scene where someone was speaking to a woman standing behind him at the doorway.

”Don't worry,” the man in the vision said.

”I'll keep you safe,” the man and I said in unison.

I frowned at this uncanny coincidence, confused by this weird feeling of nostalgia in my mind.

Behind me, I heard a soft chuckle from Muria, and that also coincided with what occurred in the vision. The woman the man was speaking to, she also chuckled.

”I know,” both Muria and the woman said.