03-29-2011, 10:53 PM
(Let's see if I can bring this back to life, sry for not posting before hand)
Ian sat in a tree stand a few miles away, staring at the roadblock and the PNWD troops. He had been watching them for a few days to see whether or not they were friendly to strangers. Ian had run into one too many groups of people who would rather kill a person for their stuff instead of kill them. Ian yawned and reached into his bag, pulling out the last of his food, a strip of jerky, and started munching on it, hoping this town would have some civilized yanks, otherwise he was sure his boots would end up looking pretty tasty before long.
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