Aug 22, 2009 11:49
[Major is waking up in the industrial district, in a small alley between two warehouses.]
Where am I now? Is this some kind of dream again? [looking up] This snow looks like ashes...
[He is laughing a little, beating some dust out of his uniform]
At least I have my uniform and my gun with me. That's kind of positive.
[The crashed buildings take his sight]
Looks like a war has been taking place here. It has been such a long time...a new battlefield!
I just wonder if this is a dream...where are the others?
[Walking in a cower position he moves to the main street, whispering to himself]
This perforated wall should keep me safe and unseen. How funny to feel an infantryman's life again.
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