Snippet #1548765

Time: 8:57 AM

Kyle was resting on the roof of a RadioShack. He had a radio that he had made from the junk that was left in the store. It was too big and bulky for him to take anywhere so he had set it up on a trashcan. Every now and then he could pick up someone’s transmission but there was normally too much static to understand what was being said. Luis had just finished making an omelet M.R.E. It had hashbrowns, bacon, crackers, a fruit drink, and a dried up poptart, a cinnamon twist and an omelet. Most of it tasted like crap but food was food. Luis had just finished his M.R.E when something came in over the radio.

Kyle stopped eating when something came over the radio. “We are held up in a supermart on Bill Street. We have food, water, and ammo, we just need more men. If you can get down here safely… DO!. Sergeant Davis Walker signing out.

Kyle thought for a second, he knew where Bill Street was. It was about a mile away from where Kyle was now. “I can make that in about an hour depending on if I run into anything.” Kyle said to himself. Kyle started speaking to himself because it was one of the few things to keep sane.

“Maybe I can hold up with them for awhile,” Kyle said as he stuck some of the radio parts in his backpack too. He walked over to the edge of the roof and looked for any hostels. When he could see no one he used the metal pole to lower his backpack down so not to break anything. Then he jumped of landing on the sidewalk and rolling into the road, he stood up and grabbed his backpack and started running towards Bill Street.