Snippet #2595026

Davian walked through the streets of what he liked to call it New New York. He walked past the wreckage of cars and skeletons with his LMG slung over his shoulder and his "bomb suit" in his large backpack. After walking for awhile he rummaged through his pants pockets until he grabbed a large metal case and opened it up, the case contained eight Cuban cigars which he ordered before the mess all started and he took one of the cigars out before closing the case and placing it back in his pocket. He placed the cigar in his mouth as he made sure to look around for anyone nearby before grabbing a lighter from another pocket and lighting it up, "if I play my cards right I could make one of these cigars last at least a month" he chuckled to himself.