Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Mar 13, 2007 1:43:33 GMT -5
Ivan sat in one of the few empty seats of the hospital cafeteria and took a sip of the rather disgusting hospital coffee.
"It may taste like I'm sucking the serum out of a syringe, but you can't be picky in times like these." Ivan said to himself with a smile.
Ivan let out a deep yawn, placing both of his hands on top of his head and stretching. The fate of his brother, and few words Lachryma and Priz had said about him, repeated constantly in his head. Was he dead? Alive? A zombie? There was no way to know for sure...well, that wasn't true...there was one way.
Ivan downed a large gulp of the coffee, and left the cup on the table. He had to go to that bar, but he needed someone who knew their way there, and around. He needed to find Priz, or convince Lachryma that he could find her a kiwi...
"It may taste like I'm sucking the serum out of a syringe, but you can't be picky in times like these." Ivan said to himself with a smile.
Ivan let out a deep yawn, placing both of his hands on top of his head and stretching. The fate of his brother, and few words Lachryma and Priz had said about him, repeated constantly in his head. Was he dead? Alive? A zombie? There was no way to know for sure...well, that wasn't true...there was one way.
Ivan downed a large gulp of the coffee, and left the cup on the table. He had to go to that bar, but he needed someone who knew their way there, and around. He needed to find Priz, or convince Lachryma that he could find her a kiwi...