WHERE’S THE TEAM!
Wednesday, December 5th, 2007Shoot. Come on. Shoot. Damn thing shot fine LastCycle. Now. Now the damn thing is more jammed than an whore’s pussy. Can’t get the fuckin’ thing to clear the last. FUCK! FUCK! That was close. Course, it was close. Ain’t shooting back. What the fuck? What the fuck am I going to do. The team’s over the hill and I am stuck dead out here. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to move. Need to move no matter. Go. Now. They’re not firing over here any more. Fuck that. THEY ARE! RUN! Almost… …Almost. Shit that was close. Good thing for this rock. Hell, the slip in the mud saved my life. …Is that a gun. Another gun. Not no U.S. gun but if it gots bullets, fires, it’s a good gun. Need to get that…No. Fucking wish the team. …Should I shout? No. I’ll wait for those killing bastards to clear out. I can find the team. They think I am dead now. Wait til I catch up. Someone is going to get a shout or two. Lucky fuckers. I hope all the team is okay. Glad they made it. Wish those fucking terrorists hadn’t hit my transmitter…