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(note: i'll from now on often refer to the main char as "the traveller" because a name makes writing easier)
He waits around a minute with the finger on the trigger. Nobody opens the door, but he didn't expect them to.
There are no windows in this room, and the walls are made from good-old bullet-proof stone, so the only possible entryway would be the front door.
If he sees the handle go as much as a millimeter down, whatever is on the outside will be swiss cheese before you can say "psychopatic murderer".
The silence is broken. Someone is discussing outside. They're trying to whisper as low as possible, but he can still hear them clearly.
"But he's prolly got Mitch as hostage, and he's armed! Look... look what this guy did to Pauly, goddammit! We can't just crash in, we'll at least have to sneak up on him."
"Just you stay away from the door. I'll handle this."
"No! Wait, Musson! No, goddammit! Don't do that!"
There's a click as the door handle moves slightly.
There's also a click as the Bozar trigger moves slightly.
A deafening thunder erupts. The tin door is riddled with bullet holes in no time. He can barely make out a death scream inbetween the gunshots, and a wide grin forms on his face.
After two seconds of continuous fire the door falls from its hinges, revealing the outside. A dead super mutant lies on the ground in a pool of his own blood, riddled with exactly the same pattern of bulletholes as the door.
"Mo... mo... motherfucker..." a quickly breathing voice on the outside says. It's the guy that was just arguing with this mutant. "He... he fucking... he fucking shot Musson he fucking... FUCKING GO GET MARCUS!"
*footsteps running away*
From the sound of this Marcus it doesn't seem like staying in this place is much of an option. The traveller straps his Bozar to his back again and darts upstairs.
It's a dark room, with only one window. A dirty mattress in one corner seems to serve as bed. The mattress is empty. No wonder why the inhabitants of this house didn't hear the shots.
He decides to test his skills as a sniper. When they come to get him, they'll probably be coming up the main street, seeing as there is no other way.
He unholsters his Gauss and finds a nice sniping spot by the window. He looks through the magnifying scope. Perfect. This weapon is one of the best suited for sniping he's ever experienced.
He points the barrel down the street, being careful not to poke out the window, and waits.
He doesn't have to wait long. Soon, an exceptionally towering super-mutant comes out the door of a building about 500 feet away, followed by a human, also pretty tall, but not at all the size of the mutant.
The human is clad in combat armor and brandishes a regular assault rifle. The mutant is heavily armored and is carrying something the traveller always wished he had: a Minigun.
He can't wait till the moment he lifts the minigun off the mutant's cold, dead corpse. That'll be fun. But he'll have to kill him first.
As the traveller takes careful aim at the giant, it looks like the mutant remembers something. He suddenly darts into an alley, dragging the human with him and disappearing out of the travellers vision. It seems he realized he was being sniped.
Well, well. They'll have to peek out sometime. A sniper can always wait.
Suddenly, a boisterous fire breaks forth from the alley the two citizens are hiding in.
The traveller realizes what is going on and throws himself backwards just in time, as a barrage of 5mm bullets impacts like a shower against the facade of the house and about pulverizes the whole wall. Sunlight falls down on him.
A total of 120 shots have been launched into the house. The mutant is probably changing belt for the minigun now.
The traveller gets back up on his feet and decides to answer this pert attack with an even perter one. He grabs one of his plasma grenades from his belt.
Changing belt will probably take some time and they are probably not expecting him to hit them, so he figures he's got plenty of time. He pulls the pin and pitches the grenade sky high.
The grenade flies two hundred feet and lands exactly where he wants it to: right into the alley. The five seconds have elapsed just as it lands, so the two have no chance of kicking it away.
The ensuing blast rocks the foundation of the two houses the alley lies between. Green, superheated plasma is flung far above the roofs and a long way out in the road, where it melts down into the asphalt like it was butter. Marcus' twisted and charred corpse flies over the road and crashes into a wall. The traveller smiles victoriously.
He can't wait to get down and search the mutant's body, but from his high position he notices something far out in the wastes. It's a large group of people... moving away from the city.
Damn, he thinks, the citizens have fled, and that gives him noone more to kill. Oh well, they probably wouldn't have put up much of a fight anyway.
He jumps down on the ground and strolls leisurely towards the black, smoking piece of asphalt where the grenade went off. He whistles a tune, sees how fast he can pull up his CMP, and fires a few shots at rats and the like while he walks.
In another alley something catches his eye: a motorbike leaning to the wall. He walks up to it, curious.
Strangely enough, the key is in, and it starts like a cat. He smiles over his discovery and sees a few gas cans standing by the bike, he straps them on the baggage rack and places himself on. He drives out of the alley and over to the charred remains of Marcus.
The minigun is perfectly intact. He straps it on the side of his bike and takes some belts of ammo from Marcus.
He nods to the stiff mutant and drives off into the sunrise, towards uncharted lands...
and new people to kill!
He waits around a minute with the finger on the trigger. Nobody opens the door, but he didn't expect them to.
There are no windows in this room, and the walls are made from good-old bullet-proof stone, so the only possible entryway would be the front door.
If he sees the handle go as much as a millimeter down, whatever is on the outside will be swiss cheese before you can say "psychopatic murderer".
The silence is broken. Someone is discussing outside. They're trying to whisper as low as possible, but he can still hear them clearly.
"But he's prolly got Mitch as hostage, and he's armed! Look... look what this guy did to Pauly, goddammit! We can't just crash in, we'll at least have to sneak up on him."
"Just you stay away from the door. I'll handle this."
"No! Wait, Musson! No, goddammit! Don't do that!"
There's a click as the door handle moves slightly.
There's also a click as the Bozar trigger moves slightly.
A deafening thunder erupts. The tin door is riddled with bullet holes in no time. He can barely make out a death scream inbetween the gunshots, and a wide grin forms on his face.
After two seconds of continuous fire the door falls from its hinges, revealing the outside. A dead super mutant lies on the ground in a pool of his own blood, riddled with exactly the same pattern of bulletholes as the door.
"Mo... mo... motherfucker..." a quickly breathing voice on the outside says. It's the guy that was just arguing with this mutant. "He... he fucking... he fucking shot Musson he fucking... FUCKING GO GET MARCUS!"
*footsteps running away*
From the sound of this Marcus it doesn't seem like staying in this place is much of an option. The traveller straps his Bozar to his back again and darts upstairs.
It's a dark room, with only one window. A dirty mattress in one corner seems to serve as bed. The mattress is empty. No wonder why the inhabitants of this house didn't hear the shots.
He decides to test his skills as a sniper. When they come to get him, they'll probably be coming up the main street, seeing as there is no other way.
He unholsters his Gauss and finds a nice sniping spot by the window. He looks through the magnifying scope. Perfect. This weapon is one of the best suited for sniping he's ever experienced.
He points the barrel down the street, being careful not to poke out the window, and waits.
He doesn't have to wait long. Soon, an exceptionally towering super-mutant comes out the door of a building about 500 feet away, followed by a human, also pretty tall, but not at all the size of the mutant.
The human is clad in combat armor and brandishes a regular assault rifle. The mutant is heavily armored and is carrying something the traveller always wished he had: a Minigun.
He can't wait till the moment he lifts the minigun off the mutant's cold, dead corpse. That'll be fun. But he'll have to kill him first.
As the traveller takes careful aim at the giant, it looks like the mutant remembers something. He suddenly darts into an alley, dragging the human with him and disappearing out of the travellers vision. It seems he realized he was being sniped.
Well, well. They'll have to peek out sometime. A sniper can always wait.
Suddenly, a boisterous fire breaks forth from the alley the two citizens are hiding in.
The traveller realizes what is going on and throws himself backwards just in time, as a barrage of 5mm bullets impacts like a shower against the facade of the house and about pulverizes the whole wall. Sunlight falls down on him.
A total of 120 shots have been launched into the house. The mutant is probably changing belt for the minigun now.
The traveller gets back up on his feet and decides to answer this pert attack with an even perter one. He grabs one of his plasma grenades from his belt.
Changing belt will probably take some time and they are probably not expecting him to hit them, so he figures he's got plenty of time. He pulls the pin and pitches the grenade sky high.
The grenade flies two hundred feet and lands exactly where he wants it to: right into the alley. The five seconds have elapsed just as it lands, so the two have no chance of kicking it away.
The ensuing blast rocks the foundation of the two houses the alley lies between. Green, superheated plasma is flung far above the roofs and a long way out in the road, where it melts down into the asphalt like it was butter. Marcus' twisted and charred corpse flies over the road and crashes into a wall. The traveller smiles victoriously.
He can't wait to get down and search the mutant's body, but from his high position he notices something far out in the wastes. It's a large group of people... moving away from the city.
Damn, he thinks, the citizens have fled, and that gives him noone more to kill. Oh well, they probably wouldn't have put up much of a fight anyway.
He jumps down on the ground and strolls leisurely towards the black, smoking piece of asphalt where the grenade went off. He whistles a tune, sees how fast he can pull up his CMP, and fires a few shots at rats and the like while he walks.
In another alley something catches his eye: a motorbike leaning to the wall. He walks up to it, curious.
Strangely enough, the key is in, and it starts like a cat. He smiles over his discovery and sees a few gas cans standing by the bike, he straps them on the baggage rack and places himself on. He drives out of the alley and over to the charred remains of Marcus.
The minigun is perfectly intact. He straps it on the side of his bike and takes some belts of ammo from Marcus.
He nods to the stiff mutant and drives off into the sunrise, towards uncharted lands...
and new people to kill!
