Blenheim Street
Wayne climbed up the make shift ladder he constructed to get onto the top of the double stacked storage containers. He quickly glanced below and around city street that he now called home. Once he was sure that there was no immediate threat and was safe for the time being, he grabbed the blue milk crate and set it down near the edge of the storage container. Wayne sat with a sigh as he checked what little ammo he had brought with him. Four meager shots left. He then started to double check the rifle to make sure that it would also function as intended. Once he was satisfied that it wouldn’t jam, he laid it across his lap and ran his hand through his messy hair to get some of the dirt out.
