Rook - Salem Town Edge / Rook's Wall - Evening/night

Rook had heard the reports. He had a small radio that was powered by an internal battery, and he liked to listen to it on nights near water, but when he heard the report about the Gunners, that was not good news. Rook could take a few of them, if he ambushed them and got to the fast enough, he could take out several of them quickly, but the odds of that happening were slim. He hated fighting them in the open.

Sitting on the beach for a moment, he realized it was this way they would be moving. If it was less than a handful, he would be fine. If it was a lot more... Well, that made life a lot harder. It was going to be a long night then. Standing up, he grabbed his box of tools, a sledge hammer, and made his way over the gate that would be near the inn. That was where he should start. Setting down the tools, he made a quick walk through town, marking each car that could move with a bit of chalk.

His goal was to get as many of them moved as possible. Plus all the steel that was in the bins, he was going to have to work as fast as he could. Once all the cars were marked, he was back on the beach, looking out over the land, and he could see the turret that had been set up. That would be helpful. If any Gunners came up this way, they would introduced to 5.56mm rounds via their organs and limbs. Good.

Walking back to gate location, he grabbed up the sledge hammer. It took several hard swings, but he got it. Each impact had cracked the ancient asphalt, and it was quick enough that he had a good sized hole. He would dig these out later and set cement in them. The gate was only a little more narrow than the road itself, and Rook had pushed the cars to sit on either side of it.

He would spend most of his night moving cars, getting them into rough position around the area he was planning to make the wall, and then digging brace holes. If he was left alone all night, he would have several of these dug, a steel beam would be in each spot, and he was getting more metal lined down the way, the scrap steel from the shipping containers. He planned to use each of those as well, but he was going to need a lot of assistance to make that one go. He was strong, but not that strong. It was going to be a long few days, Rook already had that feeling.