(Limit sounds good to.)<br/><br/>Rezilin rolled around in the bed he'd hidden in the water tower.  Inside the metal structure were a few cases of ammo, some food and water and a radio.  Rezilin clutched his FN tightly to his chest.  Slowly he began to wake up.  Walking forward he sat down down in a chair next to the radio and put the head phones on.<br/>"This is Staff Sergeant Rezilin, Marine Force Recon.  Are there any survivors over..."  He rubbed his black paw over his muzzle.  Doubting that anyone would answer him.