Post by endith on Feb 3, 2009 15:04:34 GMT -5
Brandon ideally shifted through the mounds and mounds of trash and junk as he was looking for something that he could use, Or sell. He pulled a large bone of...something and tossed it to wishbone his faithful companion. He continued to look around at the same spot. Soon though he realized that the objects he was searching for couldn't be found here so he climbed higher over the junk piles. He came to the top of one and grinned standing to his full height just to get the feeling of the wind. It was light just enough to ruffle his hair that was short he kept it that way on purpose hair got in the way of his line of work. His camo fatigues lightly ruffled in the wind as he sighed searching for some form of life out there besides him and wishbone.
He gave up on that search to go back to looking around the junk pile. He laughed happily as he found an old fridge that was still in working order. So he pulled it free and pulled it to the bottom of the junk pile. He wondered what other treasures he could find in that area. He climbed back up and tried to find something else that he could salvage. " Wishbone were going to be eating good tonight." He grinned hearing wishbone bark at him then go back to what ever kind of bone he had been tossed.
Brandon's quick hands found there way into a pile of sharp rusted metal. He yanked something out and looked at it closely it was just a sharp piece of metal. He carefully wrapped it and put it into his camo coat. He then started to try and find a handle for it. It would do well to make a bone crusher. Or a very very crude knife.He was very involved in what he was doing and at the moment the only thing keeping him from being killed was his buddy wishbone.
He gave up on that search to go back to looking around the junk pile. He laughed happily as he found an old fridge that was still in working order. So he pulled it free and pulled it to the bottom of the junk pile. He wondered what other treasures he could find in that area. He climbed back up and tried to find something else that he could salvage. " Wishbone were going to be eating good tonight." He grinned hearing wishbone bark at him then go back to what ever kind of bone he had been tossed.
Brandon's quick hands found there way into a pile of sharp rusted metal. He yanked something out and looked at it closely it was just a sharp piece of metal. He carefully wrapped it and put it into his camo coat. He then started to try and find a handle for it. It would do well to make a bone crusher. Or a very very crude knife.He was very involved in what he was doing and at the moment the only thing keeping him from being killed was his buddy wishbone.