Snippet #2534459

Alex was getting peckish. A quick glance at the map revealed the location of the SafeSite where food and living quarters could be easily accessed, but he decided that for the moment, going there to set up shop wasn't entertaining enough for the viewers watching. After all, he was a Hero. He had to act like one. And that meant going and shooting some horribly barbaric criminals.

He chuckled at the thought. He was under no illusion that this endeavour was "right", but in the long run, who cared what was right and what was wrong?

His thoughts were interrupted as he passed by the theatre, moving towards the restaurants. A group of criminals, probably about half a dozen, rounded the corner in front of him. The first thing they spotted was the bright green armband he wore. The second thing was the rifle.

Alex grinned. "Afternoon, ladies and gents." he said, cocking the gun towards them. "Can anyone here claim to outrun a bullet?"

A uncomfortable silence was his reply, as the group sized up the distance between them - short - and whether he'd actually be able to hit them. It was true, he looked like a kid who'd just found a gun, not someone who actually knew how to use it.

At least one of them decided to take their chances.

Alex ducked to the side as a brick was tossed at his head, and the group took that as their cue to charge. He tightened his lips. "Guess we're about to find out." he muttered as he pulled the trigger.

It was all over in seconds. The gun sounded in precise bursts, dropping each of the attackers to the ground in a slowly growing puddle of red. It was a massacre. Improvised weapons lay dropped on the ground where they had fallen.

Alex looked at the corpses with narrowed eyes, shaking his head. "You guys really deserved that, charging a guy with an M4. Like, come on. That's Darwin award material."

He chuckled to himself, slinging the rifle over his shoulder and continuing on his way. So much for the most dangerous game.