Scratch

[Heavily inspired by some sketches I drew, which were lightly inspired and slightly more heavily based on the movie 7. Which is my favorite movie of all time, including Transformers 3, Harry Potter and Kung Fu Panda. Anyway, I have no idea why I did this, apart from pure boredom.]

  ~xoxOxox~
    A burst of fire hit a crudely stitched doll, blasting it to shreds. Said fire came from a smoking shotgun, which was hefted by a short stocky man, who had a face reminiscent of a mud puddle. Except more dangerous. The short stocky man put the shotgun down, and went through a doorway into a dimly lit concrete room. Shutting a heavy metal door behind him. It was not a door per se. In fact, it was actually the result of several cannibalised safes and one bank vault.
  A blinking, square-jawed man with messy red hair greeted him, turning from a small window-slit that could be completely shut with reinforced steel in three seconds. "Nice shot, Henderson. Wouldn't have expected it of you." The short man scowled. "No need for sarcasm, Oxford. The blighter was waddling up to us, therefore I shot it."
  Oxford shrugged. "Whatever. Anyway, go make yourself useful in the kitchens. We've lost half our cabbages to rats, and half of the remaining half to rot. Meanwhile, we're all drowning in scurvy, so they're a little short handed right now.
  "Isn't that Windmill's job?"
  "Henderson! I'm ashamed of you. Did you think Windmill would prefer stirring pots all day to picking off ten thousand dolls by sniper fire."
  As if in response, Windmill walked in at that moment,running his hand absent mindedly over the cracked and scorched black wall, feeling for the deep groovesr and shallow highs. "I got six today," he announced proudly,"And I had to lob a bullet over the pumpkin patch."
  Henderson frowned, wrinkles creasing his oily forehead, like waves surging across a particularly ugly sea. "Before the Catalyst, we had gunpowder, which was so powerful you couldn't lob a bullet at all, because one, the gun fired straight and two, the bullet wasn't nearly slow enough."
  "And... um... how exactly did you kill dolls hiding behind pumpkin patches?"
  "We just shot a bullet at it, which pierced through all the pumpkins and finally killed the enemy. Which was usually a man, not a doll. If it was a man, our bullets wouldn't have any effect at all. Except the shotgun, but that would still take a couple dozen hits to kill one fella'." chipped in Oxford.