Tommy scoffed. "Nah, it wasn't just using those cars as barricade for defense but a pure skill of mine. Let me set the scene for you…"
He leaned back a little, setting his cup down as if beginning a campfire tale.
"It was a moonless night, the kind where even the stars seemed hesitant to shine too brightly. We were three days out scouting, while evacuating and assisting a few nearby villages that were constantly being harassed by mutated creatures villages."
"After a long day of coordinating rescues and helping the civilians relocate, we set up camp in a clearing near the remains of an old highway that night. As we saw no immediate threats in sight, while letting our group a rare moment of relaxation. After parking the armored trucks, and lighting a small fire in the center, the scent of grilled meat rising into the air as the squad roasted a recently hunted mutant beast—some unfortunate creature that had wandered too close, and were finally starting to relax…"
