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Post by Escachick357 on Nov 20, 2008 1:14:08 GMT -5
A simple two story hotel with a windmill next to it. Not much is here except for beds and left over drinks from the minibar so if you need to take a rest, come on over.
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Post by tango117 on Feb 29, 2012 19:58:56 GMT -5
John sat up in his bed when he heard the sound of a choppers blades cutting through the frigid air outside. He felt a chill go down his spine as he remembered the events of the first wave of the undead that assaulted America.
"Ah, new i could not stay hear for long. 20 days is a new record, though,"
He stretched his arm behind his back, and reached for his Tavor and a clip of ammo.
"who now, a PMC? BSAA? Heck, i would not be surprised if rouge Umbrella agents started to show up on radar in this hell hole known as the USA,"
He got out of bed and open the blinds on his window and saw the chopper touch down. A man with a top hat and cane step onto the wet grass, flanked by two bomb suited men with some dangerous looking machine guns.
"Well, guess i can only leave with the essentials. Dang, just got internet working here to. Oh well..."
He was cut off by the sound of the front door being splintered into nothing. He wondered what happened to the Pre-Apocalypse custom of knocking on the door as he grabbed his backpack and knocked an arrow into his crossbow. He then locked the door the door to the room and went into the next room, and flipped a switch. It killed the power (what little left there was), and fried the computers in his room and trashed all data on them. "Well, time to bug out then," he sighed, already missing the small amount of security he felt in the in as he ran down the hallway.
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