He left, the moment he could comfortably do so without being accosted by --
His mind seizes up on the image of that worm-thing whenever he recalls it. The point is that he left, to see what kind of world existed outside of this bizarre little military death post. To find a blurry edge or a familiar feeling to say that yes, this is a dream. Yes, this is insanity.
What he found was more of those dead things. Zombies. A pop-culture word he'd never had real reason to use except in applying it to his superiors.
He's in the vehicle bay, tuning up the jeep he took and cleaning bits of rot and gore from the grill and wheel wells. Occasionally wincing, as he pulls something still healing or moves in a way that makes bruised bones grind.
He may have taken his feelings out on the walking dead.
b >> The Roof
Looking out at the empty world turns his stomach. Solo dislikes involuntary reactions. Thus, here he stands, slacks and a tidy button-up shirt, getting soaked through as he memorizes the landscape.
Maybe, somewhere, Kuryakin and Gabby are out there. It makes as much sense as Solo himself being here.
Besides, finding his partners - his associates - is better than standing here and waiting for something else to leave holes like bomb scars in the front lawn.
c >> Wildcard
He might be sniping zombies from the barracks walls, poking around near the (or in) the radio tower, or trying to figure out the computers and swearing in several languages. He could also be in the kitchen making magical smells out of mediocre supplies.
OTA, any format!
He left, the moment he could comfortably do so without being accosted by --
His mind seizes up on the image of that worm-thing whenever he recalls it. The point is that he left, to see what kind of world existed outside of this bizarre little military death post. To find a blurry edge or a familiar feeling to say that yes, this is a dream. Yes, this is insanity.
What he found was more of those dead things. Zombies. A pop-culture word he'd never had real reason to use except in applying it to his superiors.
He's in the vehicle bay, tuning up the jeep he took and cleaning bits of rot and gore from the grill and wheel wells. Occasionally wincing, as he pulls something still healing or moves in a way that makes bruised bones grind.
He may have taken his feelings out on the walking dead.
b >> The Roof
Looking out at the empty world turns his stomach. Solo dislikes involuntary reactions. Thus, here he stands, slacks and a tidy button-up shirt, getting soaked through as he memorizes the landscape.
Maybe, somewhere, Kuryakin and Gabby are out there. It makes as much sense as Solo himself being here.
Besides, finding his partners - his associates - is better than standing here and waiting for something else to leave holes like bomb scars in the front lawn.
c >> Wildcard
He might be sniping zombies from the barracks walls, poking around near the (or in) the radio tower, or trying to figure out the computers and swearing in several languages. He could also be in the kitchen making magical smells out of mediocre supplies.
He's good at that.