Post by oldmanmcgillicuddy on Aug 24, 2010 15:05:17 GMT
The old man comes stumbling back into the building, somewhat strained and a little out of breath.
"gawdDAMMIT," he shouts, "they done it agin!"
"I went back over to that there abandoned police station to see if'n them carnivorous spawns of Satan hisself had abandoned the mall so's I could scrounge up some more ammo, and maybe a genny to replace the one that them there terrorist bastards shot up yestiddy, and sure as hell they was back there agin! Someone musta revived that there Toshi fella, 'cuz he was up an around, but not tryin' to chew on nobody.
The little one, calls hisself Savaer, he showed up an shot the poor bastard agin! I seen it with my own two eyes! I never seen the other one around this time, though. Look, you calls yerself the po-lice? You guys gotta do sumpthin' about that there Exclave gang, or else point me in the direction of someone who can....it ain't right that an honest man tryin' to survive has got to be breakin' the law and takin' things inta his own hands to be makin' things right....somebody's gotta make them accountable for what they done."
The old man is visibly shaken with anger, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists tightly around his old sawn-down double-barreled shotgun until the knuckles turn white. He mumbles something under his breath about "back in my day...." before checking to make sure both barrels of Old Faithful have shells and heading back into the darkness.
"gawdDAMMIT," he shouts, "they done it agin!"
"I went back over to that there abandoned police station to see if'n them carnivorous spawns of Satan hisself had abandoned the mall so's I could scrounge up some more ammo, and maybe a genny to replace the one that them there terrorist bastards shot up yestiddy, and sure as hell they was back there agin! Someone musta revived that there Toshi fella, 'cuz he was up an around, but not tryin' to chew on nobody.
The little one, calls hisself Savaer, he showed up an shot the poor bastard agin! I seen it with my own two eyes! I never seen the other one around this time, though. Look, you calls yerself the po-lice? You guys gotta do sumpthin' about that there Exclave gang, or else point me in the direction of someone who can....it ain't right that an honest man tryin' to survive has got to be breakin' the law and takin' things inta his own hands to be makin' things right....somebody's gotta make them accountable for what they done."
The old man is visibly shaken with anger, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists tightly around his old sawn-down double-barreled shotgun until the knuckles turn white. He mumbles something under his breath about "back in my day...." before checking to make sure both barrels of Old Faithful have shells and heading back into the darkness.
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