He didn't know what the hell had happened and he didn't care at the moment. His shirt was tattered and stained, as well as his pants. He had been on the go for several hours now. The thing of it all was that he wasn't tired, no aches, no pains and forever on the go.
Over the intercom he heard voices.
"He's over there," someone yelled.
"Here noobie, noobie, noobie," one taunted. "We're gonna get you!"
He checked Pain & Joy to see how much rounds he had left.
The funny thing is they were always loaded.
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