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Joined: 28-October 10
I want the end to begin, but not without you.
As he reached the end of the line before turning back around to walk it all over again, Maik allowed himself a break in the bunker of Vegas. It seemed like such a big place. Sometimes he thought that it was the closest thing there was to what had been before the outbreak, but then he saw pictures of the before and he realized how silly that was. But that was okay, he was still perfectly content with it. Granted, he was content with most things, but that was hardly the point of the matter.
With his hair still damp from a cleaning that had been long overdue—and feeling slightly awkward at having to slip back into clothes that were hardly as clean as he now was—Maik distracted himself with food. Slipping onto a bench at one of the tables in the dimly lit cafeteria, he wore a satisfied smile as he settled his satchel bag beside him, flipping open the flap to rummage around inside. At the gate, they had taken his weapons away from him, a typical process at most camps that he didn’t even question anymore. They had searched through his bag and eventually returned it to him after determining that it was safe. He didn’t mind that the guards acted like they didn’t even recognize him as they looked him over, checked him out. It was all necessary to make sure that the Response member hadn’t gone crazy or been Infected! Perfectly understandable.
He was happy that they hadn’t taken his candy though. The wonderful lady at the Outpost always slipped an extra one into his bag, assuring him that she’d saved it just for him and she winked kindly and it would have been quite a shame if they’d taken it. He’d have to tell her and she might be disappointed! Not that they had ever taken anything from his bag—as far as he was aware—but he worried all the same.
Satisfied, he pulled it out and set it carefully on the counter, nudging it to lay perfectly perpendicular to the edge of the counter. Then he rummaged some more, eventually pulling out some dried jerky and some crackers. Most of the sleeve was crushed, but that was fine. He set them all down with a sense of orderliness before finally closing his bag and setting it at his side. He started with the crackers, picking them back up first to tug open—and putting the opening right up to his nose to breathe their scent deeply into his lungs. Delicious!