Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160714040922/@comment-27550231-20160718220810

With much curiosity I walk up to the drawings. Each one brings back memories of my old life. The weapons, the training, the people... I pick up the bullet and carefully look it over. The brass casing, the engraving on the bottom "7.62×39" I tap the bullet against my armor a few times then place it back.

"If only I had just one and unlimited ammuntition... Then I could truly finish this."

Flashes of weapon care and operation flow through my mind. A small smile creeps on my face, hidden by my helmet I let it turn into a large grin.

"Thank you, thank you for clearing this up for me. And where can I find the food doctor?"

I gather evreything together and stack the drawings into a neat pile.

(Mind)

Aabi: "What are you doing? You're scaring me!"

"Hush now, all will be clear sooner or later."