Utterly Mad

"Please Help, my friend is "injured"."



Everyone:

Zaweri "The XM8 Fetishist" gently applies pressure to the gas pedal, the RV gently rolling towards the Remnants down the hill. Everyone is feeling on edge about this, and the tension is laying itself thick upon the crew. The RV starts to pick up speed as it cruises down the hill, two of the Remnants scamper into the tall grass, leaving only one in the road. He clutches his hip, and puts his hand over his face. Pretending like he was just attacked.

Seb can see one of them just mere feet across from him, the stink of blood, sweat, and gun powder reeking off the 'forgotten soldier's' aged gear. If he pulled the trigger now, this man would never see it coming. Taking him out of the world suddenly, like he did to his victims.

As the RV approaches closer, the "victim" starts moaning and groaning, "Puh-Please.." He struggles out as he starts approaching the front of the vehicle. "My friend is injured, three raiders from up north ambushed us and took our gear, please he's right over here, we need help please!" He lifts up his face, revealing his ugly fat mug, scars, mud, and blood caked in-between the crevices of fat. He notice's that, you're not buying his pleas for help.