Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 11, 2008 22:28:00 GMT -5
"I suppose, why walk though?" PFC hobbles over to a abandoned cadillac. He begins fidgeting with some wires. A roar from the engine signals that the car has been jumpstarted. "We got open road, and a half tank of gas. I would drive...but my leg." PFC lays in the back, m16 slung across his body.