The very next day I got my fifth and sixth kills. One was hiding behind a pile of old shelves. They all seem to think that if they just stick their heads out of their hiding places and look around, no harm will come to them. It's a good thing I shoot for the head so they can't tell their buddies that it just isn't true. So anyway, I seem to love hitting these babies right next to their ear because that's where number five got ventilated. I had to shoot this one more than once too (some of these babies are tough).
Crime scene photo. The second shot pushed him three inches away from his blood pile.
I didn't get a great shot of the wound but here it is.