Lost Horizon

[The_JJ]

Maxwell Crick:
Maxwell is lying prone, breathing hard, clutching his rifle, staring into the distance. As Wallace walks up he jerks and swings the rifle to point straight into the Sergeant's face. Oh, oh, sorry sir. His breathing returns to normal and he looks around. Where, what... oh dear... Croc! Croc! Get my bag! Keep the wounded still, if you've been hurt badly, stay still, and call for help. I'm coming around. He then grabs his bag and sets out seaching for people in need.