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[Lockon has seen - and committed - his share of atrocities in his life. Bombings, executions, massacres, rebellions, riots, and full-scale wars. Here he faced a new threat, and it was up to his survival instinct and skills to see him through. The spire made for excellent cover, and the perfect place for a sniper's nest; its defective clock tower - no power to turn its hands or ring its bells - provided ample room for supplies, and shuttered windows that faced every side of the small cityscape.
There he lay, a simple mat spread out over a stiff bed of sandbags, the barrel of his rifle skimming the desolate and and ruined streets. Through the scope, Lockon surveyed the carnage below. The windows of buildings broken, their doors ripped from the hinges, and their walls scarred with the stains of blood and fire. All these pointed out the dangers that awaited any survivors below, as they, too, struggled for their lives; a danger that he and his partner worked diligently to suppress, as best they could, from their safe sniper's haven.]
Zombies... [He muttered. It wasn't the first time, but it was the only thing he had said in some hours.] I still can't believe this.
( OOC: Haven't really decided which Lockon / Neil this is; AU, Marina-canon, pre-show, S1, whatever. If you have a preference, tell me, otherwise I'll just wing it. <3 )