Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 17, 2008 13:34:13 GMT -5
PFC lay prone off the roof of a building. He watched the man he talked to leave. He was in a rush, after that zombie attacked him. He would have shot but he was reaching for a piece of jerky. "Fuck, guy doesn't look prepared." He pulled out his radio. "Hey, buddy. Alex right? Come towards Johnstone Towers." Why the fuck am i doing this, he thought.