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by gtucker on Fri Sep 25, 2009 1:32 pm
gary awakened , he was in a dark room with chains and stone walls. He rubbed his head, dried blood. He reached for his gun, empty and his back ups missing, they took all his gear and even his flashlight. He smelled dry blood and looked like bones on the floor. there was barley any sun light coming in through cracks in the wall, there where nothing he could make out really. He jumped up to the crack , trying to see out all he saw where trees , there green leafs turning to orange and yellows,fall was near. He jumped back down landing on something. He stepped back kneeling down he gulped. he pushed aside a rag and saw that there was a day pack. he opened it finding a cheap flashlight, matches and a wallet. He opened the walled finding the driver license of a old man named Gerome Henson that lived in new Orleans. He closed the walled and put it in his packet. turned on the light and pocketed the matches. He turned on the light hitting it a couple times to turn it on. The light flickered but a steady glow of orange light peered through the dark ness, it looked like a old wine cellar. He cracked his neck feeling stiff and moved through the cell. There where decayed wood shelving for bottles and some left over broken wine bottles. He found block stairs and started making his way up. The door was locked iron bars holding it in place on the other side. He signed and walked back down, seeing a ventilation hole, he pulled back the panaleing and made his way through , barley fitting, he had to squeeze in and was able to worm him self in. He he crawled through the shaft seeing sunlight at the other end. He kept quite and moved through, he made it to the other end peering out seeing people in purple robes, he signed and layed there catching his breath and gathering his thoughts.
“A competent leader can get efficient service from poor troops, while on the contrary an incapable leader can demoralize the best of troops.” John J. Pershing
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