#division au

Guuuesss who finally got inspriation to draw something seriously! 

         It was a cold winter day in the city, the sky a constant grey of thick overcast clouds, a seemingly never ending flow of snow as it slowly fell from the skies, coating everything in the cold white powder.  Course it didn't help with the gloominess of things, everything seemed almost dead.  Abandoned cars lined the streets, windows boarded up, trash and other such things strewn across and left in the streets, other places ransacked for any supplies they might have had.                                       It was a free for all world now.

         Black boots crunched over the soft snow as a figure approached across the street, stepping up back on the sidewalk and stopping infront of what looked to be a small little convenient store on the corner of the intersection of the streets.  Breath white hot against the cold air seeped through the air vents on the mask that James was wearing as he gave a low breath, glancing around abit in the store before continuing forward and stepping through the broken window, his boots crunching over the glass, he looked as if he was ready for world war III, It's how he sure felt anyways. Thermal combat clothes, Kneepads, light grey almost white jacket, with his black vest and gear over that. Ballistic vest, ammo pouches, two pistols on either leg, a rifle slung across his back and a custom Kriss Vector in his hands. A hood was pulled over his head along with the ballistic mask he wore over his face.   Slowly walking his way into the store, letting go of the Kriss and letting it hang infront of him from it's strap as he leaned over and picked up a hand shopping basket, and slowly making his way through the isles, the store was very small, something like that of a gas station convenient store only, no gas station. Grabbing what few things he came across, the place was picked over though. Few frozen water bottles, candy bars, some canned things, whatever he could get honestly. Finally after a bit reaching up to the counter and setting the basket down ontop of it, leaning against it abit as he gave a low sigh, raising a hand and pulling back the hood from his head and flipping up the metal mask from over his face, the cold air stinging at his skin abit. 

       Turning abit as he looked through the basket to take a better count of just what all he had, and it wasn't alot. Tapping on the counter abit as he glanced around, moving away from the counter as he made his way around behind it, seeing if there was anything else, stopping infront of the cash register, his eyes shifting upwards as he glanced around abit, his lips pursing abit as he gave a look on his face before giving a slight shrug and pressing a button on it, the drawer popping open.                                           Whole lotta nothin.

      Turning back and starting to head back from around the counter when his boot hit something, looking down and finding an object on the ground along with lots of other junk n such. Bending down to pick it up and dusting it off abit with a gloved hand.   "Oh no way." He muttered to himself. Moving from around the counter and setting it back down onto it. It was a type of portable radio, little roughed up but still looked good, and what's that? Even still had an ipod connected to it.       Oh please still work.