gnoll's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- pardon my tenses they split up into two packs to divide their search parties. i estimated there were approximately two to three hundred in total. i knew we couldnt hold up in town, there were too many that had driven in from the outskirts. running up the street, similar to sinclair, and ducking into shops and restaurants only to be spotted and called out by patrons. darting into one club/bar/restaurant i spotted someone i figure was on our side, on the inside, without a word he hooked me up with a bag and a handgun. slipping from floor to floor where construction was being done with scafolding. the place filled up with them. i ducked under an unused bar with a skirt around it and held the gun loaded and pointd towards where i figured a head would peek in. it was quiet for the longest time and i crawled out from the bar and walked towards the door. they all find me. i immediately fired on the first one and the gun jammed. they surrounded me and without hesitation i went for the second gun in the bag while they stood around deciding what to do with me. slipped the other gun out and got off three shots on three of them only to realize it was shooting blanks. im dragged off to a camp, it's over water and reminds me of ontario place. after breakfast/lunch in a cafeteria setting i casually walked out an alarmed door. down the hall i saw search groups assembling. i sidestepped into a broom closet, locked the door and hoped they'd walk by. unfortunately they were checking every door, locked or not, and when they get to mine they somehow knew i was in there and kicked it in. ahwell.
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