Utterly Mad

"So what are you guys even planning on doing once you get out of here?", he sits up knocking some of the spent cigarette off, it dissolving into a pile of ash onto the pristine floor. "I mean its good to have some form of basic goal besides survive. Like me, I'm going to find out where my motorcycle went. It most likely got jacked in the chaos, but there's always that chance of finding it again. I remember carving my initials into the paint, right on the dash just below the speedometer." Taking another drag of his cigarette, blowing out the vaporized nicotine tobacco through his nose. "But what about you guys, any of you dudes have family or something you're looking for?"


He then heads over to the locker Ivan just canteen-looted and picks up a playboy. Unfolding the centerfold girl. "Some of the pages are stuck together... nah just fucking with you, guess this was emergency wank fuel before doomsday. I'll just stick that in my back pocket, you'd be surprised what people would give for one of these. Especially now with no internet.", rolling one of the "cleaner" issues up and sticking it into his pocket.