[His voice is ragged, before he finally screams in what would be pain before the communicator cuts out in static.]



(ooc: Poor Hol went and turned into a monster. So feel free to catch a glimpse of this roaming around.)

[His voice is low, and his breath quickened, as if he had been running from something...]

R-really stupid question, but where does one... if possible mind you... receive bullets for a gun?

Food, food is also good. Maybe a place to stay, preferably with someone though that's asking too much...


U-uhm and... I... a fever... I seem to have come down with something... I...

[There's a growl of frustration before he simply turns the device off.]

[Accidental Video]

[There's a wolf that loping around in the distance, seemingly cut off from its pack members. A gunshot is heard and the creature goes down in an eye-blink. Hol then walks over to the creature, and stands just over it. The remainder bullets are then fired into the furry corpse, and an irritated sigh can be heard.]

I forget these things only have so many shots...


[The gun is then casually tossed aside as he walks back toward the communicator to pick it up.]



[ooc: Have a slightly more over-confident Hol! ...As well as maybe more snippy]