Post by Sarpek on Aug 9, 2009 12:56:25 GMT -5
Sarpek sighed reluctantly. He was the last one to be here. But it had to be done.
He sadly nailed up boards, and poured concrete. Soon, a solid slab of cement blocked access to the outside world through the cellars, door, or roof door. He settled down to wait, popping the cap on a bottle of rum on the side of one of the many supply crates that filled the room. He could wait. Oh, he could...