Ashlands, small decrepit double garage.


   *Ryan sat 300 yards away on a hill facing the north side of the building, which had the two garage doors. Small slashes in the metal revealed nothing, to Bright... He decided he needed to get closer. Ryan started on his approach, rifle at the ready. As he got closer details revealed themselves clearly. Structural weakness, dents in the garage doors, a dusty looking black truck with dried blood smeared down the sides. The front end has a grill with an attached plow, good for moving cars and obstructions. The dull spots on it's edge lend Credence to it's claim of use. Off road tires with hub caps spikes threaten anyone who would drive close to the side. Metal plates fill the windows, each with a slit for sight. Ryan was on the truck now, it was parked just outside one of the doors.*

"Curious" Ryan thought to himself as he glanced around the area.
"Why wouldn't they park it inside" he contemplated as he made his way around the building. 

*Ryan circled the building half way before finding a door on the back side of the building. Ryan knocked on the door and stood back to the right side, waiting for an answer.*

"C'mon you son of a bitch's, I know your in there." Ryan muttered down the barrel of his M870.

*Creek* *blam, pump, blam, pump, blam, pump.*
*Ryan let 3 shots off threw the door as it opened.*

"Anyone else in there?" Ryan yelled as he stood against the wall.

*A small man burst through the door and immediately suppressed Ryan's vision. He rolled around and backed away.*

"You fucked up you son of a bitch, now your gonna die blind and deaf!" The man said before suppressing Ryan's hearing.

*Ryan, now blind and deaf, Started to worry intensely. He shifted his shotgun into his Vulcan and stared letting loose a hail of bullets. He backed up the wall for safety and sprayed outward.*

"Where are youuuu!" Ryan screamed out into the darkness that was now his senses. 

*Ryan stopped firing and tried to settle his heart rate. He felt like he was about to die. Then BLAM! The small man shot Ryan in his faceplate. Ryan slid down the wall, bent bullet lodged into the faceplate of his helmet. The man approached and pointed his gun at Ryan's head once more. BLAM, Ryan quick drawed in front of him and caught the man just below the belly button. All at once his vision and hearing were restored, and he let 3 more cartridges into the little man.* 

"Oh... my... god... I swear... I gotta find a better hobby".

*Ryan searched the building and car, finding the fuel taken from Ryona as well as the radio. In addition, he also found 3 full 10 gallon jerry cans full of diesel gasoline. Replacement parts for various things on a Dodge Ram 3500 turbo diesel, which is the make of the truck outside. Rations for 2 weeks and a set of tools. A 12 gauge shotgun and a half empty box of 12 shells. The little man's 9mm and a box of 36 cartridges, 24 left.*

*Ryan exited the building after stashing what he could under different Garbages. He got in the truck and popped the hood, setting to work on an inspection. He inspected all he could and decided it was in good driving condition. He parked the truck in the garage and removed the key.*

"Where are you Ryona..".