MTG Salvation

[No problem. :)]

Archibald stood up in surprise and looked around closer at the room, trying to figure out what the room was for.
"Why is this here? What do you think?" he asked of his companion.

"I dunno, it almost looks like some kind of military base."

"Military base? In Homestead?" said Archibald, furrowing his brows. "Whatever for?"

"I've have no clue, I am gonna try and explore some more though."

"I'll help you," offered Archibald, and started exploring himself to find anything interesting enough to catch his attention.

Computers were everywhere, mainly. As they walked into another hall, there were open doors with bunkbeds that looked quite uncomfortable in each of them.

Archibald ducked his head into one of the doors, trying to see if there was anything worth noticing in the room.

There was a rifle at the foot of one bed, with a men sleeping there. He occasionally coughed and rolled over, but was sound asleep. On the far wall, there was a sign that read, "Our Beliefs are Right, Their's are false hopes, Let us live on, and the others fall"

Archibald motioned for his companion to come over, hoping that he noticed his silent hand signal.

The man suddenly passed out on the floor. Archibald began to feel extremely dizzy.

[I'd Thought I'd leave you in an interesting thought. I'll be back from vacation on New Years Eve sometime. Happy Holidays!]

Archibald gritted his teeth and gripped the walls to steady himself. "What... happened?" he blinked his eyes and murmured hoarsely.

Archibald began to loose his footing. The man on the floor was passed out, not breathing. Archibald couldn't even see straight.

Not breathing? Archibald was alarmed. He tried to grab hold of anything to steady himself and shake his head vigorously.

He suddenly heard an errant smell, and then passed out. He woke up in a jail cell, with a guard walking around the outside. The man was next to him, taking a nap.

Archibald tried to discreetly wake the man beside him up.

The man woke up, in fear. "Whoa, what happened? Where the **** am I? What the hell?"

Archibald tried to desperately clamp his hand over the man's mouth before the guard noticed.

The guard, stopped pacing, and just stood in place. He looked up at the ceiling, made a weird gesture with his hand, and chanted "HooRah"

Archibald tensed, looking on in perplex at the guard before him to see what else he would do.

The guard continued pacing, but every three or four passes he would stop and repeat the same gesture and chant.

Archibald removed his hand from his cellmate's mouth and put a finger to his lips, hoping he would get the point.

The man took a deep breath, but remained quiet. The guard continued his pacing.

"Do you know where are we?" asked Archibald, keeping his voice very low but high enough so that the man could hear him.