Snippet #1649270

Shadow relaxed by himself in front of his makeshift shack, listening to the 711 Rebel Radio. His old fashioned Desert Eagle laid across his lap and his machete was slung across his back. His back was to some large buildings, the sun glaring in his face. He drew his hoodie around him as a cold breeze picked up. He reclined in an old chair he had scavenged from a trash avalanche he had found nearby. His favorite song came on the radio, so he turned it up. He smiled and closed his eyes, humming along to the song. A loud crackling sound accompanied by a smoky smell alerted Shadow to his old radio catching fire. "oh, shit... Not again..." he stood quickly and rushed into his small shack he had made from scavenged materials, such as metal sheets and wood.

When he came inside, he lit the lantern in the corner, illuminating the room. He took in his surroundings that he already knew so well... He had a small workbench against the wall directy opposite of the door. An unfinished sniper rifle laud across the bench, tools and pieces of te gun were scattered across the bench. A bookshelf was next to the bench and a longe chair next to that. The shelf was full of books he had found on his scavenging trips. There was a door leading to the rightthat lead to his bedroom/kitchen. The left lead to his makeshift garage, inside of which housed his motorcycle, built for speed and maneuverability.

His kitchen was fairly small, a gas stove and fridge were lined up against the wall. His fridge was plugged into a solar powed generator that was sitting outside at the moment. A table was in the middle if the room and a counter was next to the stove. A sink with a hole in the roof above it was filled with water from the rain. He ran to the kitchen and grabbed a rag and dunked it in the water, running back outside. He beat at the flames with the rag, putting them out. The fire slightly melted the radio, but it was otherwise okay. His favorite song was still on, and the burnt speakers sounded kinda cool, so he sat back down on his chair out front and squeezed the rag into a cup that was resting by his chair. He looked at the water... It was a little dirty, but it's the Best you could ask for in the wastes...