Post by Noah on Jan 1, 2009 14:58:50 GMT -5
"What the hell is this place"
Noah puts the beers back in his pack and pulls out a jar of pickles. Using the knife around his neck, he skewers one and pops it in his mouth.
"I thought places like this didn't exist anymore. For the past few months I've been on the run, trying to just keep alive. I haven't seen a building that has windows that close for around four weeks, and the last one people were shooting out of them. This place is like a slice of heaven. Need anything around here. I may not be carrying too much, but I've probably seen it somewhere."
He pulls out a composition book, one of those black and white deals, and hands it to the DJ.
"Maps, building addresses, store rooms all over Malton. I've found marajuana farms, newspapers, clothing shops. I also know where a lot of the zeds hang out. I may not have been living large these past few years, but I know where a lot of folks who have been are."
"Need help with your door there?"
Noah puts the beers back in his pack and pulls out a jar of pickles. Using the knife around his neck, he skewers one and pops it in his mouth.
"I thought places like this didn't exist anymore. For the past few months I've been on the run, trying to just keep alive. I haven't seen a building that has windows that close for around four weeks, and the last one people were shooting out of them. This place is like a slice of heaven. Need anything around here. I may not be carrying too much, but I've probably seen it somewhere."
He pulls out a composition book, one of those black and white deals, and hands it to the DJ.
"Maps, building addresses, store rooms all over Malton. I've found marajuana farms, newspapers, clothing shops. I also know where a lot of the zeds hang out. I may not have been living large these past few years, but I know where a lot of folks who have been are."
"Need help with your door there?"