with a flick of his hat, the ghoul inspects the wasting ruins of a used-to-be shady sands, his jaw setting as he takes in the damage. you were hiding her somewhere, that’s for certain. the bounty on your head varied on whether or not you were coming in alive, so, you were coming in alive.

the ghoul continues his journey further into the wasted cityscape, seeing sun-rays poking through rotting holes in skyscraper walls, dust and dirt billowing underneath every step he took, further, deeper into the ruins, when his eyes catch on light emitting in an alleyway nearby. bingo.

like a predator, the ghoul stalks closer to the alley, guns in hand, cocky attitude on sight. his boots crunch the dusty earth, and with a smirk he rounds the corner of your little hiding place.

“well, don’t see many of the likes of you ‘round here, no more.”

he drawls out mockingly as he steps into the entranceway of the alley. his southern accent catches you off guard, his head held high, guns ready for blazin’.