« Last post by K-Far95 on May 15, 2013, 07:58:11 PM »
Large chunks of destroyed buildings where strewn about a nuked out city the only things you could hear where the howling winds and the splattering of water shooting out of a destroyed fountain into the street. The skeletons of the former buildings stood bent in a uniform direction with a few bits of masonry barely clinging to them. A wrecked fighter jet smolders, a wake of ruined street left behind it when it landed. A block over, a man sits in a makeshift tent made of his parachute and some bits of rock. He holds a radio in his hands, fiddling with the frequency knobs and speaking into it. "This is Sargent Jason Segal, Pacifica Air Force, if anyone can hear me, please respond." He was answered only with static. He sighs and looks out of his tent. "No one around for miles, is there?" he asks himself. He takes the rag off of his leg and inspects the gash that had been made when he landed. He tries standing, wincing with pain. "Yeah, I think I can walk..." He ties the rag around his leg and walks out of his tent in search of supplies.