Snippet #1562288

Having to sit down for approximately five minutes, waiting for someone or something to appear wasn't such a good idea after all. Perhaps even idiotic, then again, what else was there to do besides waiting? It wasn't like you could go anywhere in particular, and this town didn't look to lively in Bradly's opinion, maybe he imagined that female walking down the road. Maybe he hit his head too hard, and was that the cause of him passing out and forgetting what happened before the whole town turned into a giant wasteland of carcasses and rubble. He scratched the back of his head, deciding he needed something to look forward to, anything besides roaming around a wasteland for all eternity.

A plan, but what? It's not li--- His thoughts were cut off, and if Bradly would've have had cat ears, they would twitch from a feint but clear sound. "And just when I wanted to take some time brainstorming with myself for a survival plan." He slowly removed himself from the chair, slapping his trench-coat as somehow dust particles had gathered on it. Well, he did roll around in rubble, which explains the dust on his clothes and such. Now something or someone was climbing the stairs, the wooden planks creaking with each step the target took. As soon as the 'Unlucky one' would show itself, Bradly would reach for his weapon, ready to shoot whenever the target proved hostile.

"Halt!" The words ran out of his mouth as easy as one would say 'Hello.', and before the target could do anything Bradly reached for his weapon. Pointing it directly at the person in front of him. "Name, business and alignment! And state them quickly, I rarely miss from this distance..." He removed the safety from his weapon, slowly stepping forward as he readied the gun for immediate fire if necessary.