by Brnin8r » Sun Jan 11, 2009 12:02 am
The outer chamber of Gary's domain had only a door. As Gary pushed it open, the inner room was a far more awesome sight. You could live for days, weeks, maybe even months down here with the proper supplies. In one corner laid a mattress, around the edges were various notes and papers and files. On the other side was a computer, a complicated-looking radio, and various other recconaisance devices. There were more bits and pieces of notes, journals, and sticky notes all detailing different strategies and predictions. A map of the old U.S.A lay on one wall with several pins stuck in it with marker pen arrows crisscrossing this way and that. Off to the side was a doorway leading to another room with empty space filled with a few boxes. "Welcome to my home." Gary says nonchalantly as he walks to one side of the room and pressed a button. Instantly the floor started shaking. It wasn't clear whatever it was but it sounded like a pneumatic lift. Once the noise stopped, Gary opened another door leading to the now dropped level where all the bikes now rested. "Good nothing was damaged." he said as he continued to pace around. It seemed he was a little nervous about having company around, "Make yourself at home if you so desire. It'll be a bit cramped but we'll be safe down here."
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Sariah sneered, "They are those who betrayed the girls by becoming as feral as the animals they embodied. Beware of their lies."
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