Thread: A Post Apocalyptic Adventure

The town ahead was as desolate as most other unpopulated towns. Only this one was a popular hiding spot for Bandit gangs. A tribe had recently arrived her but it wasnt long till they were ambushed. People hidden all around in the old ruins. Armed to the teeth. They didnt see it coming, a well organised ambush left them little time to even draw their weapons. The tribes lifeless bodies piled at the cross road at the towns centre. Figures stalking through the ruins on the look out for anyone travelling with this tribe. Sat in the old church tower was the Gangs Leader Olek Krukov. A feared marksmen, skilled motorcyclist and impressive tacticianist. Sat alone in the Church tower with only his Drganov SVD 7.62 mm semi-automatic sniper rifle to keep him company. Olek and his gang made a good living from ambush's like this. If not like this they would harass there prey like a pack of wolfs on motorcycles. Olek stood around 6'4 with a strong build. His head was shaved along the sides with a short black Mohawk in the centre. Along the left side of his face and head was a tribal tattoo. His dark brown eyes were hidden behind a pair of black shades. His heavily tattooed arms and torso were hidden beneath a black leather biker jacket that was heavily studded. His hands clad in a pair of fingerless studded gloves. His legs clad in a pair of fitting black jeans that were ripped at the knees, his feet were clad in a pair of leather biker boots. Around his waist was a leather belt with a holster that held a Sub Machine Gun against his left thigh for easy access whilst riding his bike. He watched from the church tower as a few of his gang left their hiding places and began to scavenge the dead of anything of use to the Gang. Meanwhile another Nomad approached the town. The lone man walked without fear towards the town with the full knowledge of its residence. He was here for Olek. This was no ordinary Nomad he was a Bounty Hunter. He was Nikolai Raskalov. Nioklai or Niko as his those who knew him called him walked tall at a height of 6'3 with a strong build. His head was bald and his face partially hidden behind a old piece of black rag that he had wrapped around his face covering everything below his eyes. His left eye though was hidden behind a eye patch and a deep scar ran vertically through it. The rest of his head and face were brutally scared, this is reason for the mask. A black hoodie was worn also with the hood up. On top of the hoodie he wore a old black Russian Special Forces Jacket, which complemented the matching black combat pants he wore which were tucked into a pair of black combat boots. His hands were clad in a pair of black fingerless tactical gloves. Inside the zipped up hoddie he wore a black vest that hid a bullet proof vest. His appearance was sort of a special Forces Grim Reaper hence his nickname the Russian Grim Reaper. A Spetsnaz AK-47 hung at his left hip via a strap which was slung over his right shoulder. Soon he found himself behind a young women alone in the wastes looking towards the town. I wouldnt go there if I was you... He warned her simply without informing her of the Bandit presence. He walked up to her and crouched down beside her. You will be shot dead as soon as he you get into the town... He added this time informing her of a presence in the town but not whom it was there.