Brandon Stone (takenonames) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-07-18 20:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [07] july, brandon |
WHO: Brandon, Den and Jon
WHAT: Rooting around in the armory.
WHERE: The... armory?
WHEN: 07/18/19, afternoon.
RATING: Possibly PG, for Brandon's mouth.
STATUS: In progress
Ever since Charlie had left, Brandon had essentially appointed himself "in charge" of the armory. No one else had taken the job, and after Charlie herself, Brandon was the best person he knew with a firearm. So, it seemed like the right thing to do.
What seemed even more right, though, was the idea of arming up more with the added threat of these giant infected. Brandon had been there when they'd gone to save O'Brien's nephew and Marchand's sister. They looked like something out of a video game. Arms the width of Brandon's shoulders and apparently able to throw cars or take out a convenience store, if what O'Brien's nephew said was true.
That meant that he needed a bigger gun.
So, he found himself in the armory, glancing around to see what they had. They'd always been pretty well stocked—Charlie had left a decent amount of her shit behind and Brandon had some shit of his own to add to the mix, along with his periodical trips into town to get what he could in a shoulder bag and bring it back—so they were bound to have something he wanted.
Eying a group of AWP's, Brandon was completely unaware that he'd left the door to the armory open.