Post by privatefirstclass on Sept 15, 2008 18:15:04 GMT -5
"Shit, drop me off right here Alex." Ales pulls over and PFC jumps out. Two soldiers occupy a small gas station, firing away at a few zeds. PFC yells. "Cease Fire!" The two stop and look at him. Then, one waves him in. PFC runs and vaults over the window. He sees another soldier covering the back door. "What the fuck happened?" The one that waved him in shrugged. "I don't know man, they just bum rushed, broke through the gate. We been trying to get a call out for hours. We didn't stand a fucking chance." PFC looks around. He spots a hotel with a rooftop vantage point. "Okay, get your guys. We're moving over there. Safer, better POV."
The four soldiers sit on the top floor of the unnamed hotel, its sign ripped off. "I'm Wilkins, that's Aaron, and the guy with the sniper is Cole." PFC looks around. "I don't know my name. Its a long story. Just refer to me by rank for now." PFC grabs his radio. "Alex, you there? I'm gonna send you a text on your mobile of where I'm at."
The four soldiers sit on the top floor of the unnamed hotel, its sign ripped off. "I'm Wilkins, that's Aaron, and the guy with the sniper is Cole." PFC looks around. "I don't know my name. Its a long story. Just refer to me by rank for now." PFC grabs his radio. "Alex, you there? I'm gonna send you a text on your mobile of where I'm at."