Post by privatefirstclass on Aug 20, 2008 13:37:37 GMT -5
Bricks, and dust fell onto PFC's head in the sewer. "Dammit. Who the fuck are these guys..." PFC reaches into his pocket, searching for comfort. He pulled out a cigarette. He searched his other pocket and found some matches. He lit the smoke. The radio on his shoulder cackled, then " Just...saw...go down...still kickin?"
Alex. "Yeah, lot of inter..ference. Just get out of here. PSychopaths still around." He heard shambling up ahead. "Zeds? Down here? What the hell..." He shone a flashlight. Just rats. But he found an interesting hiding spot. He crawled into it and covered it up with black material. He looked around his new spot. "Not bad for now." Then, he remembered a certain item he held onto. He pulled out the kid's phone, the one with the text message from Axe. He began checking through the calls and texts...
Alex. "Yeah, lot of inter..ference. Just get out of here. PSychopaths still around." He heard shambling up ahead. "Zeds? Down here? What the hell..." He shone a flashlight. Just rats. But he found an interesting hiding spot. He crawled into it and covered it up with black material. He looked around his new spot. "Not bad for now." Then, he remembered a certain item he held onto. He pulled out the kid's phone, the one with the text message from Axe. He began checking through the calls and texts...