Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-26809040-20160121231521

"Gah! Get off rotter!"

Eric fired off a full half of his fresh clip, barely managing to kill the ghoul without blowing his own foot off.

"Fuck!"

The scavenger spun around, and emptied the other half of his clip into a ghoul that had managed to reach the top of the ramp. As he swapped his second empty mag for one from a pouch, his gaze drifted upwards from the closing ghouls, to a small figure huddled in a tree a little ways away, partially obscured by the fog. His thoughts were according to the logic he used in similar situations.

''Not worth it. Gonna cost me ammo, stamina, mabey stimpacks, and a good position. Hell, I don't even know her name. No, she'll be fine where she is. Wont get eaten, make a good distration...''

Then, like Eric's own subdued sense of morality, a fluffy orange paw hit him repeatedly in the back of the head.

"Ow. Ow! Ok, ok damnit cat!"

The scavver scooped up his other spare mag, and dumped it into his ammo box with the two empty ones. He then clipped it to is pack, and paused, facing the tree through the fog.

"I dont know why I'm doing this, but if I die, its your fault, furball."

Scruffels gave no replay from the depths of the pack as Eric tensed, and sprinted off the roof towards the tree.