Jesus. Sounds like goddamn trench warfare. [ is that freaking him out? absolutely. as much as not being able to find ian, or the entire lunacy of being somewhere completely new? nerp. he'll fight the zombies, just give him a plane ticket home. ] I always kinda hoped I'd get to live through a ghetto riot some time, but this is taking it too fuckin far.

[ the hands in mickey's pockets shuffle, which, if you knew mickey milkovich backwards and forwards, means his nerves are getting to him, confirmed a second later when shuffling hands pull out a pack of cigarette, shaking one free before offering the box over. ]

Smoke?