*BAM*

May 13, 2008

*BAM* *BAM*

“You know, if we had twenty of us up here it wouldn’t make a difference” muttered Ryan. *BAM*

“3000 rounds, 4 grenades, a 12 pack of water, 2 weeks of rations and what 4000 walking targets” said Drew, drawing a bead on a brunette stumbling with the pack 30 stories below.

“You think *BAM* they know?”

“That they’re dead?” *BAM* *BAM *BAM*

Drew ponders the question, watching another brunette line up with a crawler he squeezes the trigger. *BAM*

“I like to think they don’t, but hell, there’s only one way to find out and I’m not finding out”

*BAM*