I open the rusted metal door to a motley crew of others. Some have shorn heads and resemble punks, while some others are only adorned in plain tattered clothing.
An ordinary seeming man steps from the group to greet me.
Alright, since we're all here let's get over the plan quickly. We'll do everything we can to stay hidden and not to use our ammo in vain. If defence is necessary, then rather use knifes and similar stuff. And don't split. EVER. *sigh* If you wander off, you're dead. Especially when we reach the forest. Even if it's a bird, stay alerted. *follow Falz* Let's just hope this wasteland thing doesn't take too long. It would be great if we could reach forest before the dawn.
On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.