The sounds of automatic gun fire sounded to life in the near distance, peter was sat on a rusty swing set, the rain starting pour heavily as black clouds filled the sky, obscuring the stars and moon, making it dark.
"perfect" he whispered to himself in deep voice.
With a mighty swing forward he carried himself into the air and off the seat, sending splashes of muddy water on his boots. The Gieger counter in his bag clicked gently, radioactive rain. The fallout still hadn't completely dissipated from the upper atmosphere and so it rained. Peter had his .45 out and started to creep through the mud and shadows of the building raising by his side, toppled monoliths of an age long gone. The sounds of gunfire started to become louder the more he moved the way he was going, the echos of screams and shouts starting to become audible over the din of automatic kalashinikov fire. 
"Aurora's End" he whispered under his breath in a thick scottish accent, watching gunman after gunman entering through the main gates, spraying rapid fire jolts of lead with no visible aim.
Suddenly a crack of lightning branched across the sky, the sheer volume of the thunder causing his ears to ring, it gave him an idea. He waited patiently behind a slab of fallen concrete for the next crack of lightening, when it came he hold his breath and sighted down a bandit, when the sound of thunder came he pulled back the trigger sending the lead fly, hitting the gunman's center of mass sending him down. He repeated the process and by the time his magazine was dry the rain was clearing.
Peter stood up from behind his cover and started to open fire ok the confused assailants, as they tried to look for "the sniper".
A bullet slammed into his shoulder sending him down, he crawled behind cover as the bandits openned fire, chipping bits of the ancient concrete as the bullets impacted.