Message #33402

[R. S. Packman]

((Well then, I guess I've been gone for more than three months.  I'd say more like three-four years at minimum.))

"James, it's good to see you.  How have you been?!"  He said, standing up and walking over to the man he had grown and trained with.  It didn't seem as though he had even aged.

"As a matter of fact, I did remember you."  he stated as he reached down into the bag ad brought up a carton of cigarettes.  Newport 100's.

"You wouldn't believe the **** I saw out there.  Strands of the N4 virus that caused mutations far worse than the behemoth of long arms.  I am talking zombies that you would think were simply regular fatties spitting acid at you, six armed beasts larger than behemoths that could crawl on walls like spiders.  Even a strand similar to what caused the Behemoth, except the entire body was covered in a type of exoskeleton.  But those are stories for another time, what exactly has been going on here?"  he asked, and inquisitive look spread on his face as he motioned his old friend over to the dust and mildew covered recliner in his corner.