This hell known as Earth!
I enjoy writing about apocalypse so here ya go!
*BOOM* That was the last shot out of Faolchú's side by side double barrel. He had been saving his 12 gauge for an emergency, but when 5 people advance at once it is kind of hard to hit them all with a revolver. 1 dead and 2 wounded he know the other 2 would spilt to flank him. Grabbing his necklace and kissing it he jumps over the stump he was taking cover behind. While running towards the dead enemies he slides and lands beside the wounded one. A bit to the neck silences him as he picks up the other wounded fox to use him as a meat shield. Pulling his .357 revolver with his right hand and holding the fox in his left he braces and waits for the others to come out of the woods by the stump. At the same time a dragon jumps out of the trees to the left of the stump and a horse from the right. Faolchú with perfect aim puts a round through the large horses head. The dragon turns and unloads his AK-47 into the direction of the shot. Every bullet getting caught in the stomach of the fox Faolchú drops him and shots at the dragon. He is surprised with a *CLACK* the revolver falling on an empty cylinder. He holsters his pistol as the dragon charges. Pulling his knife he stands in a Kenpo Karate stance. The dragon tackles the wolf and while only taking the breath out of Faolchú he drives the knife in the back of the dragons neck. The dragon landing limp on his body he rolls over and sheathes his knife. Dusting himself off Faolchú gathers the bodies and checks for pulses finding none he begins looting. Finding 7 12 gauge, 34 9mm, 3 .44/40, and 8 .357 he reloads his guns. Striping the bandit furs he finds a good pair of combat boots, a steel plate pauldron, heavy duty pants with knee guards, and a pair of sunglasses. The AK-47 of the dragon has a spilt stock, and the others had melee weapons, so he gains no new weaponry. Pulling out his map he realizes he is stilll 3 miles away from gray hills (a rough town) and it is getting darker. Taking old an old machete from the sheath on his bag he cuts off the head of every bandit fur. Finding some old rail-way ties he nails the heads to the entrance of the woods with a sign saying "Bandits: Killed on sight" It is a little gruesome and he never enjoyed doing it, but it makes the bandits think twice before attacking. Setting up camp about a quarter of a mile away from the dead furs he makes a sling in a tree. Climbing down he sets two snares on a rabbit trail and sets some cans under the leaves of a low tree to collect water. Lying in his sling he pulls out a picture of his old life a young college student with every chance to excel. Before the government fell, the depression, and riots he would have been a computer programer. Being different from his other classmates he worked out, practiced martial arts, and was an avid hunter and survivalist! They made fun of him for not being as nerdy as them who would have fainted at the sight of a rabbit! He know that he would use his skills one of these days and now was his time. The memories slowly fading away as his eyelids became heavier and heavier...