Post by Leon Silverblood on Apr 17, 2009 0:49:44 GMT -5
"Good distance," Leon notes, watching the Chrysler and lighting one of Noah's smokes. He tosses the Old Grody onto a couch and starts his stopwatch to see if it catches fire, but bets that not only does that particular brand taste as if it were fished out of a zeds ass, it probably doesn't even burn as well. He reads the reads the label on the pack Noah gave him. "NMC has it's own brand of cig, too, now? They're a regular Wal-mart, huh?"
Leon sits down and flips through the book. "According to this, our benevolent leaders have been sending AIDS victims in through the gates in hopes that either our more-or-less unkillable asses will yield a cure or it will BE a cure, eventually ending all the living so they can "sterilize" us with good ol' nuclear fire."
Leon sits down and flips through the book. "According to this, our benevolent leaders have been sending AIDS victims in through the gates in hopes that either our more-or-less unkillable asses will yield a cure or it will BE a cure, eventually ending all the living so they can "sterilize" us with good ol' nuclear fire."
