Reynolds glanced at a nearby signpost that read Megaton and an arrow pointing left. He decided that this would be as good a place as any to get some information on the area and a rough layout of the land, maybe even a bed to rest in for the night. Suddenly, a window to the right of him smashed, followed by the unmistakable crack of rifle fire. James dived behind a nearby car as the assailant poured a stream of steady fire over the top of the car. He fired two shots from his trail carbine in the general direction of the fire, but the attacker didn’t relent on their efforts to kill him. James evaluated his situation. The attacker was clearly perched upon high ground somewhere, so he would have to be extremely lucky to get a killing blow in if he stayed hidden behind the car, but at the same time, he also had James pinned down.  Realising it was hopeless to try and fight from here, his eyes quickly scanned for an escape route, looking to get out of there before the attacker realised that they held the advantage. Eventually his eyes set upon a pair of doors up ahead leading. Getting to the doors wouldn’t be easy. The route to the doors was open ground that offered no cover. If he was to make it, he would have to sprint across the open ground and hope the attacker wasn’t a particularly good shot. He smiled at himself as he thought about this, looking to the smashed window next to the car. [i]Can’t be that good of shot,[/i] he thought. 
Deciding it was now or never, he fired a final volley of two more shots and darted across the open ground. Dust to the right of him was kicked up as a bullet slammed into the ground next to him.
[i]Almost there, come on you can do it![/i] His mind kept telling him. What had looked only a moment ago to be a short distance seemed not to be the case anymore as he had felt like he had been running for ages. Without warning, he fell to the ground as a searing pain shot through his leg. 
[i]The bastard got me. He actually fucking got me![/i] He looked down towards his leg, where a hole had now developed in his trousers. Blood was slowly oozing from the wound underneath the material, leaving a large stain around the bullet hole. A ping as a bullet hit a nearby lamppost shook him out of his panicked state, and his mind was now even more determined to reach the doors. Using his carbine for support, he attempted a weak run towards the door, avoiding placing as much weight on his wounded leg as possible. 

[b]SMASH![/b] 

A window above him smashed, showering him with small shards of glass, tearing neat little cuts into his raised arms. Reynolds cried out in pain as a few shards of glass embedded themselves into his skin. [i]This is turning into one of the shittiest ideas you have ever had![/i] He thought, scolding himself for his naivety in assuming the guy was an amateur.
After what seemed like an eternity Reynolds eventually reached the door, throwing his whole body weight towards it. The doors crashed open, revealing the inside of what was once a school, a torn banner across the top reading Springvale. Reynolds slammed the doors shut and collapsed in front of them, planning his next move.