Flint awoke to gunshots. He sluggishly sat up on the mattress he had been sleeping on. "Target practice?" Flint wondered. He had been awakened a few nights before when a group of drunks decided to start shooting cans on the wall. "No this is automatic fire... " Flint thought as it soon clicked that something was wrong. He slipped on his long coat and checked his revolver was still loaded before looking out the window to see an explosion of flickering lights. Gun shots. He quickly ducked down, hoping no-one had spotted him in the abandoned building. Flint slowly began to sneak down the rotting stairs, his eyes attempting to adjust the darkness within the house. When he got to the front of the house he peeked through the gaping hole a car had made years before hand to the carnage unfolding within the town. He was about two streets away from the shooting and so Flint began to run, scurrying to another abandoned building and seeing the tavern and general store up ahead. He quickly ran once again and, as he was spotted, began to barely dodge gun fire swearing as he went. He ducked behind a husk of a car. The man had stopped to reload his weapon and so gave Flint enough chance to peek over the car to see where he was. The bandits face was covered with a bandana but he looked young and none willing to give up. He wasn't in cover and so Flint began to fire his handgun towards him. 6 shots later he hadn't hit anything except the wall behind the man but he had scared him off to take cover behind a brick wall. Flint continued to swear mumbling something about getting his aim back in as he reloaded the revolver hastily. He hoped Taffy had been generous as he flicked the cylinder of the revolver back into the chamber and began to shoot back at the man, finally hitting something vital as the man stopped firing and slumped down, screaming obscenities into the night sky. Flint reloaded and began to move on, making his way to Taffy's shop.