Avalanche!
<tag...don;t get us back to base yet.....Joe, you know the plan>
Who: Team Phoenix
Where: Very remote sibearen mountains
When: After last post
Joe still couldn't believe how close to death he had been. He felt
fear gripping his mind and saw that same vision from earlier, of a
young boy stepping off a tall building but this time, a shadowey,
sinister looking figure swooped down to claw the boys life out. An
angel of death. Suddenly there was a loud bang and the vision faded
and Joe saw thousands of tons of rock hurtling straight for him,
rolling down the mountain. He jumped forewards and missed the
avalanche by a hares bredth. He picked himself up. Joe heard Jay
say "That was the bounty hunters! They saw us and set off that
avalanche with some explosives." The snow was piling onto at full
force, the cold felt like daggers, even with the thick coats and Joe
wasn't able to see Jay and the others at all. Joe took a step
forward then hastally drew it back in as he felt midair. He felt
along the ledge untill he got to what seemed to be a big hill. Joe
rested for amoment and couldn't see or hear anything of the others,
he was lost. He kept feeling along until he came to some kind of
plateu. He tripped over something. He bent down and rubbed the snow
away. It was a sign. "The New Russia History Mueseam of Nuclear
Warfare and Old Russia". Joe felt along and found some kind of
manmade structure with walls and a button. He pressed it and walked
inside. The door shut behind and the lights came on. He took his
hood down, blinking, finally being able to see. The mueaseam offered
shelter and mabye a way to contact the others. He was staying. HE
walked a long and came to an exhibit "Here is a lovingly restored
Nuclear Bomb shelter, fully stocked and able to survive a primatave
thermo-nuclear warhead. Of course it would not survive a modern day
one!" came a computers voice through a mounted speaker. Joe was
intrested by the 100 year old food. "Haha, an MP3 player! How
ancient!" Joe put the MP3 down and realised he had to find a way of
contacting the others.
<tag anyone, weve all been seprerated, so do your own thing for a
little bit>