Post by Sarpek on Aug 30, 2010 8:15:30 GMT -5
"Basically, since we've all been zombies at one time or another, that means that the virus would be getting out. The military lets him do whatever he wants with this stuff inside the city, but if he tries to fly over the quarantine walls, they'd shoot him down." Sarpek pulls a pair of bolt cutters out from under one of the tarps, and snips the lock. Opening the top of the crate, he whistles in admiration. "I have no clue how he gets this stuff. I mean, where would you find 50 year old scotch in Malton?" He picks up a box, and carries it to the elevator.