Maypocalypse Now
Who: BLU Sniper (bye_to_yer_head) and Miss Pauling (prpl_assistant
Where: What's left of the park
When: Saturday morning.
Summary: Sniper runs around like a derp trying to make sure the people person he cares about survived the blast.
The fall from the roof all the way to the ground had been a sufficient shock to wake the Sniper and didn't do much to improve his already foul mood. Not that he ever slept very soundly, but this was one of the ruder wake up calls he'd gotten. He actually preferred Soldiers damn bugle at 4 in the bloody morning. Sifting through the remains of his house for his guns or his bow proved to be fruitless. He did still have his folding knife that had been in his pocket, but the bow that he had worked on for weeks was nowhere to be found.
Also his hat was missing.
At least he wasn't alone in this, every other house in the entire town seemed to have been suddenly leveled. A brief check of his basement proved that his stockpile of food had survived the blast along with the gun that Engie had modified for him. Unfortunately most of his ammo had been above ground and now was useless and charred. His dead drone wife he simply kicked out of the way, along with the boy, but he hadn't seen his daughter around. He didn't even know her name to ask people about her.
Of course she was the least of his priorities. Last time things had gone to hell he had checked on Truckie first and then Miss Pauling. This situation was far more dire, so he opted to check on them in reverse order. Shouldering his gun and making sure his knife was easily accessible he headed over to the house she shared with the RED Sniper, hoping to find her alive and well, and not charred and covered with gravy like most of the corpses he passed.
Where: What's left of the park
When: Saturday morning.
Summary: Sniper runs around like a derp trying to make sure the people person he cares about survived the blast.
The fall from the roof all the way to the ground had been a sufficient shock to wake the Sniper and didn't do much to improve his already foul mood. Not that he ever slept very soundly, but this was one of the ruder wake up calls he'd gotten. He actually preferred Soldiers damn bugle at 4 in the bloody morning. Sifting through the remains of his house for his guns or his bow proved to be fruitless. He did still have his folding knife that had been in his pocket, but the bow that he had worked on for weeks was nowhere to be found.
Also his hat was missing.
At least he wasn't alone in this, every other house in the entire town seemed to have been suddenly leveled. A brief check of his basement proved that his stockpile of food had survived the blast along with the gun that Engie had modified for him. Unfortunately most of his ammo had been above ground and now was useless and charred. His dead drone wife he simply kicked out of the way, along with the boy, but he hadn't seen his daughter around. He didn't even know her name to ask people about her.
Of course she was the least of his priorities. Last time things had gone to hell he had checked on Truckie first and then Miss Pauling. This situation was far more dire, so he opted to check on them in reverse order. Shouldering his gun and making sure his knife was easily accessible he headed over to the house she shared with the RED Sniper, hoping to find her alive and well, and not charred and covered with gravy like most of the corpses he passed.