Deadzone | Classic Script

He didn't need to survive. He just needed to buy time.

"I'm not everyone," Leo said. He lowered his gun. "I'm a Courier. I don't fight. I deliver." Deadzone Classic Script

Leo checked his geiger counter. 3.6 rads. Not great, not terrible. He had thirty minutes before he needed to find a decontamination zone. Thirty minutes to finish what he’d come for. He didn't need to survive

Leo turned to face the stairs, his three bullets ready. The first creature crawled into view—a twisted thing of gas and rage. Deadzone Classic Script

"Drop it," the kid said. His voice shook.

The Marauder was young. Too young. Seventeen, maybe. His gas mask was a salvaged one, too big for his face. He raised a rusty shotgun.