Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20190827174844/@comment-43665987-20191113211721

Jackson was walking around the city streets, looking for an ammunition shop. After his last encounter with a deathclaw, not only had he run out of ammo, but he also broke one of his knives. After getting lost several times, along with the occasional noise echoing through the city streets, he found a shop called 'The Bloody Scope'. He really wondered if it took everyone this long to find a shop. Regardless, he was thankful, and started to head towards the shop. He opened to sliding glass door, with a small *clunk* sound when it hit its end. There was nobody inside the shop, and it looked like nobody had been in here for years. He walked into the rundown shop, browsing the selection of bullets, hopefully finding ammo for a sniper. On the fourteenth row, he found .30-06 Springfield bullets. "Ah.. just what I needed." He said, grabbing the sniper ammo. After grabbing a new knife, he walked out the door, grinning under the mask. He reloaded his Sniper, and sharpered his new blade. His 'cleaning' was interrupted by a small shuffling sound across the street. Readying his sword, he slowly walked over to the sound. He couldn't believe his eyes, it was a ghoul.