More damn questions

The guy with the answers came, and all he left me with was more damn questions. Who is this Positive bastard? Why did he grab us? What are we supposed to do now? And since when do guys spontaneously combust in the middle of rooms?! Guess I need to read the Enquirer a bit more often – it's starting to look a little more pertinent. Holy shit that hurt – worse than the time I got shrapnel in my ass out in The Sandbox...

Felt pretty bad about tossing Duke all over the place, seems like a pretty good guy. I wish he could have kept that temper of his in check. Everyone else seems nice enough, although I have known enough guys like Killian back home to know his whole story at a glance. Still, not such a bad bunch to be caught up with – not that this is my idea of getting to know new friends. Bizarre, but here I am burnt to a crisp, wrestling with a stranger, waking from a drug stupor, and I still feel more alive then any of the last three weeks put together. Now if I could just get some damn ointment on these burns – I can only imagine what the odds of my getting an infection right now are.