Post by Paxton McCreary on Jun 29, 2020 17:49:35 GMT
Tag: this is not
YOUR DAMN ARMY
Mount Weather they called it. A large facility that apparently, housed people during the apocalypse -- for lack of a better word. McCreary and his men were almost immediately apprehended, knocked out by some sort of gas. He woke up in a cell, an all too familiar setting for him, and was preparing for what would come. The ship couldn't contain him and his men for too long. Neither would this place.
But before he could even consider any plan of action, he needed to better understand where he was. And soon enough, they would send someone in. But when they did, McCreary was far from impressed. A young woman entered the room and well, he had been expecting someone a bit more impressive. Someone who held more authority than this meek little girl. What the hell were these people playing at? "A hundred years later and humanity has not gotten any smarter," he remarked, not even moving an inch apart from looking away from the woman.
But before he could even consider any plan of action, he needed to better understand where he was. And soon enough, they would send someone in. But when they did, McCreary was far from impressed. A young woman entered the room and well, he had been expecting someone a bit more impressive. Someone who held more authority than this meek little girl. What the hell were these people playing at? "A hundred years later and humanity has not gotten any smarter," he remarked, not even moving an inch apart from looking away from the woman.
