Priest held the last board up to the large entranceway as Dirk nailed it in.
“This mission has gone to hell.”
Dirk laughed, “When do they ever go normal.”
Priest shook his head. For a moment his mind drifted to another time.
quote: He shuffled through his pants pocket, pulling out a flat silver watch, aged with time. Engraved on it, the letters AR.
Smiling, he continued his journey. Walking past many men and women in uniform. Everyone stood at attention as he passed. Walking directly towards a high wall covered in white light. Never stopping, he simply walked right through the wall, the light seemed to engulf him. Waiting on the other side, a man whom he has known all his life. A man one could only wish to work with, let alone be respected by. His weathered features speaking volumes of his life, yet not even cracking the surface of the full story. His story.
"Sir."
“Okay,” Grimm’s voice broke Priest’s attention; “we have to secure the rest of the building for the mean time. Until we can figure out how to contact the others.”
Tayden glanced down towards his cell, no signal, …stoopid zombies probably ate the radar…
Grimm continued, “The problem outside takes precedence over the mission. We have to find some way to stop this – disease - from spreading outside the town.”
“Noble words.” Dirk smerked, “But if you hadn’t noticed we’re low on ammo and man power.”
“We make due with what we have.” Grimm glanced towards Tayden, “Tayden, Dirk, you two take Hill and look for anything useful in the upper level.” Grimm turned towards Priest, “We’ll hit the basement and do the same.”
“We’re taking orders from a skull?” Hill whispered toward Dirk, who replied with “It’s better than taking orders from a fat con man.”
