The group made their way into the abandoned farmhouse. On a worn-out, dusty table lay 12 large bags. The unmistakable outline of firearms and other assortments of weaponry pressed against the cloth, like a treasure chest waiting to be opened.
As a few bags were unzipped, the gleam of metal reflected the scant sunlight entering the room. There they were, in all their glory:
[Medium firearms x 68]
[Small firearms x 82] [
[Grenades and explosives x 32]
[Variety of ammunition]
While these weapons were categorized as [Common], in the current phase of the game, they were as good as gold. Firearms were in extremely high demand.
As the group processed the haul, Vicky, let out an exaggerated sigh of disappointment. "Seriously? No big guns, no fun!"
Merle cleared his throat to redirect everyone's attention. "So, how are we going to split the loot?" His voice echoed in the stillness, cutting through the air, demanding an answer.
