Post by Prisonner Of Today on Mar 12, 2007 23:26:20 GMT -5
Working his way through the crowd, Priz manages to find an empty table. From the looks of it, it's recently been used for some kind of surgery, and hasn't been washed off yet. Not that he cares. Sitting down, he pulls a small book and a pen out of his pocket, and starts to write.
March 12th, 2007
Well, I sadly haven't been able to write lately. The bar got overrun, and I've spent the last couple of days dodging deadites. I'm in some hospital now. Lousy place, no guns, no booze, no fun.
I ran into Ivan Khrushchev today. He's working here as a medic. I mentioned something about his brother being at the bar, and he was pretty interested, to say the least. I feel bad that I couldn't help him. It must be hell not knowing what's happened to your family. Worse than knowing at least, even if you know they're all dead. Anyway, I'm gonna go look for the rest of the bar survivors. I'm curious as to who made it out.
Finishing, he closes the book, repockets it, and gets up to explore the rest of the hospital.
March 12th, 2007
Well, I sadly haven't been able to write lately. The bar got overrun, and I've spent the last couple of days dodging deadites. I'm in some hospital now. Lousy place, no guns, no booze, no fun.
I ran into Ivan Khrushchev today. He's working here as a medic. I mentioned something about his brother being at the bar, and he was pretty interested, to say the least. I feel bad that I couldn't help him. It must be hell not knowing what's happened to your family. Worse than knowing at least, even if you know they're all dead. Anyway, I'm gonna go look for the rest of the bar survivors. I'm curious as to who made it out.
Finishing, he closes the book, repockets it, and gets up to explore the rest of the hospital.
