Leaning against the partially melted Fulcrete pillar.
Setting the loaded carbine down on your crossed legs.
Blocking out the (night vision) sights and (heightened hearing) sounds of the ruins
Focusing on inner pea-
ZOT ZOT ZOT
-Forcibly ignoring the intrusive thoughts, and resting, despite subtly sensing three low-light laser rifle turrets nearby.
snail voice: god I hated dale, whoever this is wearing his house must rule
