In the distance the sounds of gunfire could be heard as the blood of these horrible mutants was spilled mercilessly. He had been trying to fight off these mutants for the past few hours and now he has finally run out of ammo. Badly wounded, he staggered into the shadows of an alley way and took a deep breath while he assessed the wounds he had suffered. The motherfuckers were strong, and one had damaged him pretty badly. Thankfully he had not been bitten but even then he knew he shouldnâ€™t take these things lightly, they did wipe out most of Earthâ€™s population, leaving it a scarred place. There was no paradise here anymore thatâ€™s for sure, he thought to himself. He wasnâ€™t sure how long it has been since things got this bad but he sure as hell wished it could all just go back to the way things were before, then he could relax.<br/><br/>Weston pulled off his jacket and looked at his arm in the dim light. There was a huge gash, and he was bleeding so bad that blood was almost pouring out of it. If he stayed here he would probably bleed out, and with his teammates gone he knew he couldnâ€™t stay out here alone. Out of ammo and alone. This was definitely not a good situation. Shaking his head he put his jacket back on and dared to look out into the streets. Within moments he was sure that the smell of blood would attract more of these things so he had to keep moving.<br/><br/>Before all this he has dealt with quite a number of odd things in his line of work. Normally he could handle a situation like this but since he was alone out here his morale wasnâ€™t looking too great at the moment. He was a man who liked company despite being somewhat obnoxious and drove people away because of his arrogance and didnâ€™t like feeling lost. If he knew where he was going and what he was doing he would have felt better, but here he was fending for himself. He was a grown man he shouldnâ€™t be worried about this, he thought, hoping to give himself a little more strength to keep going. What was left of his energy had been used up trying to keep the mutants off him so now he had to hope for the best. Maybe there was a hospital around here, but if there was would he even be welcomed?<br/><br/>Things really have not been all that welcoming especially with all the Hell Scouts around looking for trouble. Weston had to keep to the shadows while he walked, in search of a place to rest. Assuming he could even find safety out here that is, which he was starting to doubt at the moment. A sigh of relief hit him when the scout passed by without noticing him.<br/><br/>Continuing down an alley way he finally came to an abandoned warehouse and decided to take refuge there after deciding it was safe enough. From the looks of things people have been using this place as a hideout for quite some time now, if that was the case then it was pretty amazing that it had not been destroyed or overrun by mutants. Maybe there was a small about of hope for this place yet, he wondered to himself mustering a small smile. He quietly went to the back, keeping his gun in hand. If someone found him they didnâ€™t need to know that it wasnâ€™t loaded. Once he found a safe spot he sat against the wall and rested, taking his arms out of his jacket, wrapping it around himself to keep warm. Just a few minutes was of rest was all he needed.<br/><br/>Hopefully he wouldnâ€™t lose consciousness. That wouldnâ€™t be good, especially with how badly heâ€™s bleeding.