Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 11, 2008 8:55:46 GMT -5
A fan blazes outside, pushing the virus further down the street. PFC walks into the now nearly destroyed bar. He looks at the inhabitents. "Jesus, weird motherfuckers." He starts stacking chairs and broken bar pieces in the open doorways. He lights up a blunt underneath his gas mask. Cherry flavored. Being the newcomer, the eyes are clearly on him. "Whats everyone doin'?" Then, he sees something that catches his glance. A revived soldier in a coma -like sleep. He recognizes him, and shades of memory come back to him. He pulls his pistol out. "You...you blew up that barrel..." He saunters toward the soldier known as Engel.