Wwack, Thwack, Thawck was the constant sound of militry black boots beating on the ground. The sound of one man slowly jogging through the city streets with a radio in his hand. Why had it all gone down the plug hole so fast, the armys were not epecting such a fight on their hands and the civilians... well Charles could still hear their screams as they were cut down in machine gun fire... dumb yanks forever using mass ammounts of men to fill the lines and killing any civies that stand in their way. I guess it was lucky really that Charles was wearing his dress uniform, else they may have shot him too. 

As he rounded the corner of the street he could see only a van and some silouets in a windown moving around. "Either people or too many KIA's" Charles moved slowly along the wall keeping low to the wall and moving slow enough not to be heard. He had his gun out and ready at his side for if something happened like aggressive survivors. Spotting a van he walked over to it, not seeing [@BubbleGumKing] or [@drewccapp] due to how he was on the other side. Peering into the window he sighed and slammed his pistole into the window setting the car alarm off. 

Reaching into the shattered glass to grab the door handle and swing it open. Sitting in the drivers seat, the constant wailing of the alarm doing nothing to help the approaching horde that he could now see in the mirrors