Who: John Murphy and Open What: Scrounging up supplies When: Monday evening Where: Around town Warnings: TBA Status: Open/On-going
Murphy knew it wasn't exactly the safest time to be out on a supply run, but he needed food and first aid supplies. He was alright at the moment, but with the way the place was? He didn't want to be caught without. He wasn't stupid. Plus, if nothing else, enough supplies would give him something to bargain his way out of a problem if necessary.
He was way more likely to start a fight, though. Way, way more likely. And generally to finish one, too. He had blood on his hands just like a lot of other people did. It tended to happen if you were there for very long, he'd discovered.
But unlike some of the others, he didn't actually mind. It wasn't like he enjoyed killing or anything, but if it happened? Then it happened.
He had a bag over one shoulder, held close. He'd managed to come up with most of a first-aid kit without too much convincing -- and no injury to anyone! -- but he'd struck out on food. He still had a few days' worth at home, though, so he wasn't too concerned. Now he just had to get home without any run-ins.