Snippet #1404794

Duster set of in a run. Not the fastest he could, as the bag on his back was weighing down on him. But he ran at an admirable pace for a human.
He still had his gun in hand, as he closed in on the place where the sound had come from, he could smell the explosives.
He began to sneak, there was no telling if it was the soldiers who used it or not.
Duster reached a bush of shrub, he hid behind it, peeking out at the folk in the clearing.
Seemed like they'd executed the soldiers.
Duster felt a sting in his heart. Had he looked the same when he'd done that kind of thing.
He began to sweat a little, aiming his gun at the group in the clearing.
A crying girl sat in the middle. It was actually quite heartbreaking... If he at least had felt so.
Dusters trained sight, instantly went for the one he marked as the biggest threat. A guy with a metal arm. What kind of evil contraptions couldn't be confined to such a thing.
Duster sat still, viewing the people out there.
"Amateurs..." his subconciousness let him think.