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As the guardians of the group went toward the ruined super duper mart, they failed to notice the hanging, mutilated bodies of people. There fucking intestines were used as streamers. Heads were on pikes on the store. Then, when they finally open the doors to the ruined mart, they opened the doors to gunfire. Bullets were swarming, though, not around them. A group of people wearing pre war riot gear, were fighting others wereing makeshift armor and weopons. You hear one of the makeshift, bloody armor at riot armor group yell "Die you bitches!" And with that, a huge spray of bullets came out of a rusty, homeade minigun. One of the people of the riot gear group ducked for cover. The others werent so lucky and were turned to shreds. The now lone ranger made a well placed shot with a .44 revolvor. The minigun person went down for the count. More gunshots rang. There were obiviously more. The ranger turned to the guardians direction, for there pressence was evident from the doors bell. "You ether help me, or you run!" The ranger said takeing cover behind a receptionist desk. He waived you over. Bullets were flying through the air without coornation. This was deifinatly a firefight.