Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-26809040-20160120231843

Eric crouched on the roof to the mausoleum, digging a pair of spare rifle clips out of his ammo box, and cringing as a very annoyed looking Scruffels poked his upper body out of the pack, and swatted at the nearest thing he could reach: the back of Eric's head.

"Ugh, Scruffels, cut it out! I just saved both our asses you stupid furball!"

The scavver laid out his two spare clips of 5.56 ammo on the roof, and opened three pouches on his coat, containing another three. He then took stock of his surroundings. His nice, secure roof was out of reach of the ghouls...except for a portion of the other side that had collapsed, leaving an annoyingly placed ramp of rubble that the ferals would undoubtedly use. At least it was a choke point, rather than being swarmed from all sides.

Eric gripped the shoelace-wrapped knife handle that served s the grip of his rifle, took aim, and sent a burst of automatic fire at the first feral that attempted to climb the ramp.