OOC: Ok, so I'll split these up into a few posts, so be prepared for a few walls 'o' text.
[HEADING=2]Meanwhile, in Australia.[/HEADING]
Knife lets out a tired sigh as he gazes over the ruins of Brisbane. Aside from the occasional crack of a gunshot in the distance, the city was deathly quiet in the evening sun, the orange orb?s rays turning the see a bloody red as it sank below the horizon, a fitting partner to the dead city. He didn?t have to be here, he thought, looking down at his wrist, and the faded, barely visible scar tissue there, if he wanted, he go right now, cut his throat and be whisked off to wherever he fancied.
But he didn?t.
Whether it was out of respect of his broken country, or for some other, stupid reason, he didn?t know.
What he did know is, that according to an gradually weakening radio signal, was that someone was evacuating anyone in the area via boat. Knife knew the owner of the message was likely long gone, long dead, or both, but it was worth a chance.
So wrapped up in his thoughts, he doesn?t realise he?s walked into a shootout until he feels the bullets zipping past his face.