My Diary,
Day 1.
I sneak down to local gunshop in the cover of darkness, somehow avoiding being spotted by elders, and stock up on ammo.
Day 2.
I climbs the tallest building in the city, trying to decide to use my Winchester 30-06 or My Russian M1 that I outfitted with a better scope?? What the hell load em both
Day 3.
My finger is starting to cramp up a bit but still picking off them bastards.
Day 4.
Mixing up a few cocktails for the Kingdumb halls still standing, have my self a nice bonfire, break open a pack of marshmellows.
Day 5.
Elders are gathering up a group for counter attack, seems like they didn't destroy all the weapons after all.
Day 5.
They got me while I was sleeping I am now hanging from a tree with a smile on my face.