Mal: Well, look at this! Appears we got here just in the nick of time. What does that make us?
Zoe: Big damn heroes, sir!
Mal: Ain’t we just?
In Fallen Earth, I am not a big damn hero. I am not really a hero at all. Mostly I am just trying to get by without becoming a meal. A survivor if you will.
Ammunition is limited. If I want to shoot a bullet I need to make it first. Every time I fire a shot and it misses, seeing the bullet ricochet in the dirt behind my target makes me die a little inside each time. My own! My precious!
I don’t want to have some post-apocalyptic freaks rape me to death, eat my flesh and sew my skin into their clothing. Not even if I’m very very lucky and they do it in that order. I want to live.
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground