"Hit me with the strongest shit you got." I say.
"How about a hurricane?" The bar tender asks.
"Why not." I sigh.

Ok, you're probably wondering how I got here.

Well, in short. The guys got captured, Toxic got lost, and I ended up alone, like usual. I found the V.I. then drove away. Now, I'm in a bar outside Zone 3. What am I going to do now?

**1 24oz Hurricane, 2 Bloody Mary's, and 11 shots of Fireball later**

"Hey man," I say, completely shitfaced, to the girl next to me. "I've never seen green hair look good on anyone, but you kinda work it."

"Thanks?" She said. "What happened to you?"
I sigh. "Well..."
*One (drunk) life story later*
"So yeah," I smile. "Now I'm here"
"Wow." She says. "Are you ok-"
I black out.