Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on May 11, 2008 12:10:33 GMT -5
"Damn...cellar...doors....always....so....jammed. How you ever managed to lift these things, brother, is beyond ME!"
With a firm shove Ivan Khrushchev dislodged whatever had been jamming the cellar door(which happened to be a person) which acted as an exit for the many makeshift free running lanes covering Malton. He throws his medicine pack up first, followed by a sack of various alcoholic drinks.
"Careful with those comrade!" Tovarisch yelled from behind him. "You could break them!"
"Look at you. Middle of a zombie apocalypse and you're worried about your vodkas and scotches. Glorious comrade Khrushchev, the big red drunk."
With a final exertion of energy Ivan lifted himself out of the cellar to see the man he had shoved out of the way laying groggily on the floor in front of him, surrounded by a box of snickers.
"Well well, haven't seen a lot like this since the Elbow Room. Don't mind us, just a wandering doctor and his drunk but dependant brother." Ivan said with a smile. "Anyone in need of medical attention?"
With a firm shove Ivan Khrushchev dislodged whatever had been jamming the cellar door(which happened to be a person) which acted as an exit for the many makeshift free running lanes covering Malton. He throws his medicine pack up first, followed by a sack of various alcoholic drinks.
"Careful with those comrade!" Tovarisch yelled from behind him. "You could break them!"
"Look at you. Middle of a zombie apocalypse and you're worried about your vodkas and scotches. Glorious comrade Khrushchev, the big red drunk."
With a final exertion of energy Ivan lifted himself out of the cellar to see the man he had shoved out of the way laying groggily on the floor in front of him, surrounded by a box of snickers.
"Well well, haven't seen a lot like this since the Elbow Room. Don't mind us, just a wandering doctor and his drunk but dependant brother." Ivan said with a smile. "Anyone in need of medical attention?"