<strong>Name:</strong>Ricky<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Campsite<br/><strong>Summary:</strong>Being a weird squeamish raider<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>V<br/><br/>Ricky ignored V's comment. It was true enough, after a fashion; Raping a woman usually seemed to result in a horrible feeling in his gut for the next day or so, and there weren't all that many willing women here. Lilly was just plain scary, or so he thought, with that freakish voice that his parents would have...<br/><br/>He stopped and stifffened right then. He never liked thinking about his old life. It was something he had given up the night he had torched that farm, and then sat down and cried even as the ashes were still warm.<br/><br/>"Don't be an idiot Ricky." He muttered to himself as he sat and leaned against his bike. "They'll fucking kill you if they think you're sentimental." Which wasn't exactly true. He could kill and pillage right up there with the best of them, which always left him ina a detached professional sort of state of mind.<br/><br/>Hands automatically found his AK and the small maintenance kit he had found. The parts were a bit fiddly but it worked. He suspected it had come from a smaller caliber weapon. He went through the now brainless chore of cleaning the gun, so it would always be ready for him to use when he needed it. That took some time. Then he took out his bullet sack and his clips, and a bit of cloth. He then polished and loaded all five of the banana clips with thirty of the big 7.62 bullets. Just across the campground, he could hear Lilly's creepy, high pitched cackle. Tucker or Chris was probably busy fucking that doctor right now. Maybe both of them were going at it. He didn't know, and only a small part of him actually cared.<br/><br/>He ignored that small part, an automatic reflex, since it was usually the part that reminded him of what his mother would think of him if she were still alive and he walked into his parents house tomorrow. Instead, he fished around for something to eat, and sat, leaning against his bike, while he waited until the groups had gotten quiet, before finally falling asleep.