<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><em>(Don't know if your having a private RP. If so I'm sorry for intruding.)</em><br/><br/>"It's been a while since I've heard anything." said Straut as he loaded up his rifle and prepared to head out. He sat in his boarded up gunshop taking in the possibility of more people coming back to New York. Hope had vanished for Straut when the end happened, his world had been destroyed and there was a new world fresh for the taking. Yet it was Straut's only desire to go back to the old ways. Sure, he didn't have to pay any taxes or be bothered, but maybe it was that bothering and the daily hassle that helped him keep sane.  He took a sip of the bottled resource known as water in the old world, but here he called it liquid gold. He had been getting along with his home-made purifier, but resources were running low. He could have all the guns he want but without the energy to fire them he had nothing. He slipped on his combat vest which held a few utility knives and rations. He wasn't sure how long he would be out. He took a moment to whisper a silent prayer to himself before opening the door slowly. He had been lucky, no one had successfully broken in. He had a few looters trying to start up trouble but each couldn't face the bite of the bullet. After making sure the lock was secure he started off into the new world fate had created for him. "Been a while since I did this." he said to himself lighting a cigarette and continuing onward searching for anyone that had survived. </span>