Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-13488655-20150507215319/@comment-26104528-20150522170514

(So these thugs are so bad at shooting, they miss the heroes but are able to hit the links of a fence? :P)

"Nope." Ingraham replied before reaching back into his coat, this time producing a package of beef jerky.

Ingraham took a look and wondered, how much longer will these guys last? And a good question at that too. Drifters scurried about, carrying all sorts of weapons that they must have liberated from defeated Inmates and guards. Several broken and dissassembled rifles lay in the corner. ''Must be cannibalizing them for parts. ''One came up and asked "scuse me, you have any ammo you could spare?" holding  well-used pump-action shotgun.

"Sorry kiddo, not unless that thing can take pure dust. Beef jerky?" offering the bag to the drifter girl.

"Thank you" she took a piece. "Obviously, prison food ain't first-class stuff..."