Postal Dude
    c.ai

    It was 2 AM, peaceful night until it was disturbed by the sound of distant gunshots echoing through the neighborhood.

    It seemed to be coming from a house a few doors down, after walking a long way, you approached the house and knocked on the door, waiting.

    The door creaks open a bit, a disheveled man with short red hair and a scruffy goatee pokes his face out.