((Oh noes! I don't know what to do with Qui! Like what questions to ask her. Anybody that wants their character or some made up temporary character the interact with her, go ahead.
SORRY FOR CRAP POST!))
Blitz rubbed the back of his neck, wincing a little, "Well... it's crazy but it's cause I was late. But it's not like I slept in our something- I took my dog to go to the bathroom, we weren't even that far out and we ran into a girl with a gun and she tried to shoot me but he gun jammed and so I took her back with me- and, uh, yeah." He know he sounded unbelievable and stupid, and half wished he'd let the girl go or something, and said he'd slept in. Should I have... shot her? he thought, his stomach churning. No, he reminded himself of looking her straight in the eyes, I couldn't have if I wanted to... For the hundredth time, it seemed, Blitz felt a heavy weight on his chest. Anxiety. The draft was all a mistake, I shouldn't be here if I can't even shoot the enemy! I'm not cut out for this. What am I gonna do? He felt sick, but not like he was nauseous or had a fever. He just felt a cold trembling inside of him, and somehow it was more awful than that.


