Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 13, 2008 2:47:36 GMT -5
PFC stopped in an alleyway across the street from the cinema. He began to apply camo to his face. Dark, black camo hid his sharp features. No longer was he an honorable soldier. Survival was now key. He donned an old gas mask he found off of a dead cop, along with a flak jacket. He checked the magazine of his MP5 submachine gun. "Shit..." Not enough if he were to get into a scuffle with the residents. Still, he needed to live on. He needed to remember himself. He crept toward to the well barricaded entrance. Silence is key, he thought. He began to quietly remove small bits and pieces of the foundation...
After an hours work, and a stoppage to observe distant moaning, he had a small enough crawl space. He quickly slid under. He saw a man sitting in a cinema recliner. He looked bored as he watched the others sleeping. PFC crouched. He put the safety on his gun. No honor in killing unarmed civilians, but no one ever said anything about scaring the shit out of them. "BOO MOTHERFUCKER"
After an hours work, and a stoppage to observe distant moaning, he had a small enough crawl space. He quickly slid under. He saw a man sitting in a cinema recliner. He looked bored as he watched the others sleeping. PFC crouched. He put the safety on his gun. No honor in killing unarmed civilians, but no one ever said anything about scaring the shit out of them. "BOO MOTHERFUCKER"