>>6051695>[meanwhile] a young man with a rifle and nap sack is sitting well out of danger, as the sun goes down, and looking at his Rolex, the only fancy thing about this self determined vagabond, he confirms that it is Independence day, and the sun is getting low enough.
In his bag are an assortment of fireworks, bottle rockets, firecrackers, artillery shells, and the like, and being an eccentric, he decides to set them off. the first couple fizzle and he tips them out of the empty beer bottle and lets them fall down the side of the high rise where he stands. He's smoking something from a pack, and lighting the fuses, and the next bottle rocket goes off fine, and the next after that, and the artillery are fantastic, and in the dim light, he decides that the day has been vindicated enough, and feels just a touch disappointed in himself that he didn't wait until pitch darkness, but, well, what was the difference?
In the silence, as he packs his things and returns back through the building to the stairwell, and towards his car, he hears gun fire. Going to the window to confirm, he does indeed see gun fire from some group on the ground, and ghouls in the fields and the road, and more massing just ahead of the large Truck, standing atop the overpass, by the intersection, perhaps (60) ghouls stand looking into the sky still, as if transfixed, though nothing has exploded for a few minutes.
He hurries down the stairwells to get to the lobby and into the open to fire off more Artillery.
[my second to final digit determines if he makes it to the lobby in time, and final digit determines if he fire's an artillery shell successfully] 1-6 Pass, 7-0 Fail
