Rain

Bryan rushes down the rigid slopes of bricks looking into the battle from the high ground where he stands. Crouching down he can see into the immediate surroundings of the city where the battle seems to have come to a standoff. A decent amount of men; most of whom are carrying weapons, are occasionally firing at a wall where a woman leans behind. She seems to be holding a common hand gun. Bryan notices how she holds the gun. Carefully checking her chamber and listening for movements. When they do move though; she does not fire back. Bryan assumes she must be running low on ammo or she’s out completely. Next to her is the body of a dead man. It’s obvious he’s been shot two or three times, the wounds are older however and his blood seems to have stopped spilling out for some time, it’s all dried up from the heat. As to whether or not she’s killed him or the ones shooting at her are responsible, Bryan can’t be sure. The obvious thing is this battle has been going on for some time, so it explains why only five men came to his town and not more. They were looking for supplies while their comrades fought on. Judging from the disposition, it’s pretty safe to assume they were not with the woman. More importantly, the battle is coming to an end. ‘Assumption is the mother of all fuck ups,’ Bryan reminds himself mentally as he tries to make out the positions of all participants. He sees that the larger group is well hidden behind all the rubble of buildings. He also sees in the hands of some of them axes made the same way as the ones of the five who attacked his city yesterday; as well as barb-wired bats. The clothes are the same color as well. All of them are wearing black t-shirts with a red apocalypse sign on them. ‘Assumption is also a useful tool for a detective it seems,’ Bryan grins then speaks aloud. “Of course I’m not a detective,” Seemingly unaware that speaking may draw attention to him. Kenny crawls up beside him, “Quiet man. It's probably another end of the world cult. Either way...it doesn't look like anyone else is with her. She's alone except for that dead guy next to her. Here's another catcher Bryan...those two are both black. I don’t see any black guys on the other side of that wall, and you know how we feel about racist people right?” Bryan scowls his eyes, “I wonder sometimes if you’re trying to instigate me Kenny?” Bryan stands up as a man moves behind the woman's position. “I just don't want to deal with these intolerant, pig-headed, ignorant fucks anymore man. I'll go around back and get them. See you there,” Kenny pats Bryan on the shoulder gently looking down. Bryan puts his shotgun down and walks back, pulling a rifle from the trunk of the jeep. “One bullet…” He mutters to himself shaking his head, and then he aims, and nearly shoots the head clean off the man sneaking up on the girl, tossing the gun to the side, walking forward, picking up his shotgun again, and stopping where she can see him clear; Kenny watching on. She points her gun upward after looking at the corpse fall by her side. She’s fast but she doesn’t fire immediately. Kenny jogs off with a smile for reasons only he knows. Bryan looks at her as her hand starts shaking and she simply stares up at him. His mind goes off, 'Yep. She's gonna' shoot at me.