Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Aug 29, 2007 13:30:57 GMT -5
"Damn..." Ivan said, gripping his bleeding shoulder. "This bar is just bad luck. First, my brother dies here, then he turns in to some mutant zombie, twelve armed, blob monster, and then I get shot! What could possibly go wrong next!?"
Ivan reaches in to his pack, pulls out a first aid kit, and gets to work on his own shoulder.
Ivan reaches in to his pack, pulls out a first aid kit, and gets to work on his own shoulder.