06-23-2017, 05:06 PM
The rusty old Buick coughed and sputtered as Sergeant John Estes came to a rickety halt. The poor car sat in the empty expanses of a forgotten parking lot within the confines of C14. With a creaky whine of the handle, Sleepy rolled down the driver’s side window and took in the surroundings. The city remained densely packed like the metropolis it was, but the enormous skyscrapers that dotted the downtown area were gone and barely visible in the distance. A wharf not far towards the east wafted a salty breeze down the narrow streets; the zesty air billowed in the open field of tarmac where the car rested. Small businesses and shops laid just outside the docks, offering friendly restaurants and eateries for sailors and workers who hadn’t plied their trade in eons.
Mad Bull stepped out of the car and admired the little diner he was parked right outside.
A massive plastic donut was suspended in the air atop a metal pole. Some artist had painted the statue with a delicious looking frosted icing and stenciled in the letters, “LARRY’S LARD LAND - HOT DONUTS & HOTTER COFFEE!”
The burly sergeant rubbed his hands together greedily and smiled a toothy grin. “After all that beer, I could sure go for a cup o’ joe!” he said aloud to no one in particular. As he began to walk across the empty parking lot, he stopped and in a single moment of clarity, sprinted back to his car and withdrew his shotgun and grenades. Slinging the shotgun over his shoulder, he strode into the little diner.
The door chimed out a pleasing DING! as he pushed his way in. The insides of the restaurant was warm, welcoming and smelled of fresh fried donuts.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Who woulda thought any place would be open in this shithole of a city!”
A robotic voice sweetly called out from across the counter. “Welcome!”
Mad Bull stepped out of the car and admired the little diner he was parked right outside.
A massive plastic donut was suspended in the air atop a metal pole. Some artist had painted the statue with a delicious looking frosted icing and stenciled in the letters, “LARRY’S LARD LAND - HOT DONUTS & HOTTER COFFEE!”
The burly sergeant rubbed his hands together greedily and smiled a toothy grin. “After all that beer, I could sure go for a cup o’ joe!” he said aloud to no one in particular. As he began to walk across the empty parking lot, he stopped and in a single moment of clarity, sprinted back to his car and withdrew his shotgun and grenades. Slinging the shotgun over his shoulder, he strode into the little diner.
The door chimed out a pleasing DING! as he pushed his way in. The insides of the restaurant was warm, welcoming and smelled of fresh fried donuts.
“Wow!” he exclaimed. “Who woulda thought any place would be open in this shithole of a city!”
A robotic voice sweetly called out from across the counter. “Welcome!”
Quote:Mad Bull moves from C14 to C12