Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27786666-20170317013429/@comment-27661770-20170320212905

Hunter stood tal, the ambushed nightmare's electronics spilling out.

He had gotten lucky.

He looked around. Did he find a shotgun? No shotgun. Dammit.

Time to raid a weapons shop.

He walked out of the building, a broken-down high school with a robotics team.

Or, at least, it had one in the days of humanity.

He saw the shack in the distance. He could go tomorrow; he needed to oil up and rest/recharge today.