Firebreeze is looking through the town, trying to find ammo and weapons, prepared to improvise if necessary. He sighs as he roots through a closet.
Jackie was near firebreeze, searching through an end table, mostly finding useless objects & medicines
Breeze pulls out a baseball bat from the closet. "Well, here's something we can use." He says in his usual raspy voice, "You find anything good, Jackie?"
"Eh, it's something. Lets take this stuff back to the base then check the next building. Hopefully we'll find some ammo for the rifle." He said, heading towards the door.
"Yeah... Ah well, c'mon. We can work on the defenses." He began to make his way back to their base, an office building at the center of town.
He walks into the building and sets down the bat. "You wanna do another scavenging run or finish up those defense spikes?"
After a few minutes the two made it to the scrap yard & it was filled with barbwire, ruined armor, & other scrap metals
Breeze grins at the scene, "Aw man, this'll do us some good. We'll last much longer with this stuff."
Breeze started to collect the scraps of armor and putting it into his backpack. He looked to a nearby warehouse. It looked like the thing had been torn through the mutated. He had a desire to check it for supplies, yet horrified at the thought of what he may find.
He looked to TJ as she made her way back to base, then looked to the warehouse and sighed. Someone had to check it out, might as well be him. He walked through a hole in the wall and was taken aback by the scene. There were dead mutated all around and at the back of the warehouse were too survivors, torn apart. He hesitantly stepped forward to the survivors to search for any useful supplies the may have on them.
