Flint sat in a worn out couch, he was lucky to have his own room in this crowded apartment building, But that's what a few deals could get you in the QZ.
Flint took another swig from the bottle in his hand. The whiskey was expensive in these times but he felt he deserved it for the unfortunate run in with the military that could have made him lose his head, or worse...
He got up, placing the alcohol on the small coffee table as he walked towards the kitchen, turning on the radio, another rare piece of expensive equipment his smuggler life style got him. There wasn't much on these days though but he could at least listen out for military broadcasts on it and sometimes they would put on a song or two from times before the outbreak. His guitar was In the corner but he never played it, didn't feel like it most of the time. He preferred to play it during happy times and yet that meant it was rarely played at all.
Flint took off his jacket and placed it on the side, removing his revolver and placing it on the counter as he looked for some food, finding a can of beans. He grabbed the screwdriver on the side and fiddled with the can, opening it soon enough as Flint began to eat, removing a fork from the drawer.
A song played , [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ssLAf5akbfU]some kind of plinking strings with no words, it was nice.. soothing[/url]. Flint sat on the counter eating his beans listening to the radio, hoping no-one disturbed him despite him forgetting to remove the sign off the door with "Flint White " on it.