Twix jerked upright as the sound of gunfire washed over the small clearing he'd started his fire in.
He glanced down the street towards the gate and the sound of fire but saw nothing, the sharp ache of a bad headache drew a few curses from under his breath. he pulled his gasmask from his side and quickly strapped it over his face. after some small adjustments it was.. well more comfortable than before, by his side one of his rabbits had been taken off the fire and looked well cooked, if a bit cold, he felt a sharp pang of hunger looking at rabbit but now wasn't the time, he gathered it up and tied it onto his coat oncemore. The fire had gone out long ago and nothing but a small street lamp lit this small area of street.
Being careful to stay crouched and keep a wary eye towards the sound of gunfire Twix snuck across the now empty dirt road and over to the streetlamp and reaching into his coat pulled out a sharp hunting knife, he reached up and quickly sawed through the thin power cable running up the wall to the lamp, the light died leaving the street in darkness.
In the dark he felt more confident and he moved quicker returning to his clearing, the gunfire was starting to die down now which could mean one of two things.
back at the remains of the fire Twix took a moment to load his gun, he was slightly nonplussed upon finding only 30 bullets in his pocket, and substandard rounds at that, still he chose the best 13 and loaded his pistol, cocking it ready for action he kept it out ready to use.
His clearing was on the main road through the settlement, anyone trying to go deeper than say the tavern would need to come past him or take the long way around, with this in mind Twix found some cover with good firelines down the street, someone had abandoned a small pile of scrap metal, twisted and rusted, and no one had bothered to clear it up, this was good for Twix as the scrap metal was just about the right size to conceal him lying down behind it, lying on his front, gun out infront, Twix kept an eye down the street through small gaps in the twisted pile of scrap, as a last step in his preparations he reached into his jacket and from inside a hidden pocket pulled out two innocent looking cans, he placed them by his left hand ready to be thrown.
The night had gone eerily quiet, the sound of gunfire gone, the wind fallen silent.
It was but a momentary pause, the sound of assault rifles firing began again this time it sounded closer, inside the town, the gate had fallen. Twix kept his position, unless whoever was attacking was stopped they would almost have to come down this street. up ahead the loud crack of a revolver firing joined the mayhem, 6 shots in close succession followed a moment later by more and then a scream.
Twix's left hand strayed to his hat briefly before he brought it back down, resting next to his improvised smoke grenades, eyes keeping watch down the street Twix lay in waiting, the steady ache of a bad hangover improving his mood not at all.
