In which Chico is bored and lonely
Chico is once again wandering around the Nexus hallways. He had found a room to stay in. Well, it's not really a room, but more of one of those 'Outdoor' rooms. The ones with the jungle and stuff in it. There he came across a shack like the one the Sandinistas had hid in before Big Boss came. He'd been staying there since he found it, though he was sure it looked more like a prison since he had scratched tallies on one of the walls for every day that had passed. Like those prisoners he had seen in the movies.
Almost three weeks.
He'd been here for almost three weeks. And there was nothing to do.
Shooting the animals and random targets had been good practice and really fun, so had looking for tracks of UMAs, but he was bored now. He didn't find a single trail and he was running out of bullets.
So now here he was, strolling down the halls with his hands behind his head, doing nothing absolutely nothing.
Almost three weeks.
He'd been here for almost three weeks. And there was nothing to do.
Shooting the animals and random targets had been good practice and really fun, so had looking for tracks of UMAs, but he was bored now. He didn't find a single trail and he was running out of bullets.
So now here he was, strolling down the halls with his hands behind his head, doing nothing absolutely nothing.