Bad Day in Hell
Pressing yourself against a row of bunks set into the bulkhead, you manage to slip around Winston. A locker stands at the end of the cramped living space, its doors swinging open freely. You take a peek inside.
The choice pickings have already been claimed. All that's left is a Henderson Bushmaster assault rifle, unscoped. You grab it by the barrel and fill your belt pouches with ammunition. Next you retrieve your survival knife and pistol from your footlocker.
Winston, meanwhile, draws the slide back on his own sidearm and slips a round directly into the chamber. He plucks a stick of gum from his breast pocket and sniffs it like a fine cigar before popping it into his mouth.
The choice pickings have already been claimed. All that's left is a Henderson Bushmaster assault rifle, unscoped. You grab it by the barrel and fill your belt pouches with ammunition. Next you retrieve your survival knife and pistol from your footlocker.
Winston, meanwhile, draws the slide back on his own sidearm and slips a round directly into the chamber. He plucks a stick of gum from his breast pocket and sniffs it like a fine cigar before popping it into his mouth.