Henry let the last shudders of his rifle echo through his body before standing and peering down at the corpses below him, the two limp raiders whose faces lay upon the dusty earth, but there was still life down there yet. Pushing his rifle back and taking his 9mm from his hip, Henry leaned over the open window and sought after a sign of movement behind the rubble. Seeing a faint blur of a female beside a fallen man Direson called down in his deep tones.

[color=fff79a][i]"Hello? Y'all ok down there?"[/i][/color] 

Just as Henry was about to turn and head down there, he felt a sudden lurch beneath his feet and his toes curled down in an attempt to cling on. Turning as he had first intended to, Henry saw a 'Snuffler'.

Snuffler was the biggest, meanest and most ugly Molerat Direson had ever set his burnt-out ember eyes on. A few months back Direson was scouting out a large Molerat cave system and found mound upon mound of dirtied skeletons, some human but most Mole rat. This huge bastard was on top of the largest mound, chewing enthusiastically on an arm - honestly, Henry couldn't tell if it was Human or not. The beast had a big dark scar, much like his own, directly down his already ugly mug.

They had fought together on many occasions recently, in Snufflers cave, the wastelands and on the borders of Henry's home but never, NEVER had the sneaky bitch got into Henry's grounds. Screaming at the beast, Henry fired off as many bullets as he could as the bus shifted ever closer to the edge.

The clip was empty, his pistol clicked, and the bus tipped to the power of gravity.

Henry fell, and for a moment thought he saw the fucker smile as he did so, then his head hit the chair behind him, his right arm cracked against the metal bar, and he saw black.