((Oooh! Cool! Time for Nai to insert his trademarked post apocalypse! :p
Jon Sutherland sighed, plodding step after step through the abandoned city of Jenston. He had a good over his head to protect from the sun, and a large pack on his back to carry a multitude of survival items. In his arms, He had a large caliber rifle, with a green polymer handguard and stock, the rest colored like steel. Admittedly, the thug was heavy, and the rounds were heavy as well, but he didn't need much of them. Whatever he shot, went down. Almost guaranteed.
He stepped around an abandoned car, making a brief check for hostiles, and , finding none, moved on.
