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Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 9, 2008 0:34:16 GMT -5
PFC looks through his binoculars. The numerous people in Beacham have had him vexed for a few days now. He followed the Japanese looking fellow to the spot, and made it his mission to recon them, document behavior. He had to kill a few zeds to get there, but he eyed them through an apartment building about 2 blocks east. He was going to report the spot to military command for an airstrike, zeds outnumbering human about 4 to 1. But he was running out of supplies, not to mention his radio was also cutting out. He sighed, and took a long drink from his Monster energy drink. "Maybe it's not to late for a visit."
sry if i was a dick to throw myself in. thought a little extra drama would help.
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