Kevin Quest Ep. 4

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Cramped in a small house, I decide that I NEED to call someone for help. This country is fucked, and I know I can't make it to any out-of-country transportation.
I need to call someone in America.
I'm glad I got my old commanding officer's contact information while I still could.
"Hey...uhh...hey General? Is this you?"
The phone immediately hangs up.
"Shiiiiiet Rusty, I may have just made things worse. I just made some higher up in the military aware that I'm alive, and I doubt we'll get any help."
Rusty replies, "Just leave a message. Maybe they'll listen, I mean, they have to right? You're kind of a big deal."
I leave a message detailing the situation adamantly expressing that the country's sudden burst of anarchy could be a serious international threat.
Now we wait.

>>890888
Well while we wait, we could make an escape plan. Look around the house for any escape routes

>>890888
Also we should call them again telling them who were the ones that did this shit.

Also we're ready to serve our country again, once they restore order.

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>>890938
Shit, yeah, I should probably bring that up.

I also declare that I'm ready to help serve America once again (partly out of desperation, partly out of patriotism).

It will surely be a while before I get any response, whether that be a phone call or a nuclear warhead.

>>891031
Well make sure our house is safe for the night and take turns watching the house.

We need to wait until the backup is here,

>>891071
Pretty much this

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>>891071
The house is totally fortified, and i volunteer to take the first shift.
Several minutes after Rusty falls fast asleep, my eyes lock with a half full bottle of whiskey. I have a problem with alcohol, but I think I can stop myself from getting crazy with it. After all, we are in a borderline third world scenario right now.

I think I'll take a few sips. Just to take the edge off.

>>891218
Oh no the bottle was fallen. After someone shotgun but it off the table.

>>891228
We must resist for the good of humanity

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>>891228
>>891246
It's a little late for that, I'm afraid. I'm passed out on the floor, according to James. I really fucked up this time.

All I can do is hope nothing bad happens while I'm out.

>>895365
Well time to heard what James is saying, and hope to God we live through the night

>>895365
Well, if we are fucked up, we might as well as dream about big ol tiddies

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>>895373
"What the fuck, man, how could I let this happen?" I mind-speak to James.
"Kevin, look, if we make it out of this, we're getting you serious help. What happened to finding a new life; finding yourself?"
"I already tried that, and look where it got me."
James responds, "Of all possible jobs, you chose to work in the royal palace! You already had a good bit of money! You never needed a high class job! We need to lay low from here on out, man."
I begin sobbing...although not really, but my subconscious me does.
"Oh god, James, you're right...I...oh god I'm so sorry...I just...I just can't anymore man," I plead as I feel something warm...I'm probably pissing myself.
"Look man, it's...you've been really lucky so far. I'm sure it will stay that way."
A strange thought pops in my head.
"James, who the fuck are you?"
"Oh shit, my friend, it looks like it's wakey wakey time. It's been a few hours, and the looming smell of smoke is alerting your brain."
"But...but James..."
"We'll talk later. Salutations and good luck."
Everything goes white as I wake up surrounded by several men. The windows and doors are busted open, and one of these fools set the house on fire. Fuck.

>>895670
Oh jeez. Are these men friends or foe?

>>895670
Weak up

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>>895715
They're definitely foes.
The bandits are yelling at me to get up and exit the house. Rusty is nowhere to be seen.
So many things are happening...but I'm too hungover to be scared.

>>895812
Do as he said, and tell them we should go looting together, Kevin just hit up a liquor store and want some more.

>>895812
Well we better listen to what they have to say and leave the burning house