[h2][center][color=BABABA]S T A L K E R [/color]   -   [color=BABABA]J E N Z Y[/color][/center][/h2]
[hr]
[i]"Alright Vic, we're almost done," she checked her rifle, "almost out of bullets too."[/i] Jen sighed, whipping the rifle shut. Exhausted, hungry, and injured, she could barely keep up her usual positive farce. Being dragged down to earth felt terrible, and so did being covered in earth. She quickly darted to a sturdy wall and pressed her back against it, checking out her injuries.

[i]"What do you have left on you Vic? All I got is this bad boy that'll shoot them up nicely."[/i] Jen peered round the corner, trying to detect the locations of the remaining few. [i]"If you got nothing, then I'll go ahead and try ta sneak up on em, blow their brains out,"[/i]