Cook wakes up strapped to a chair in a dark room. He can't remember how he got there. The last thing that he can retrieve from his dizzy mind is that he was hit over the head when he tried to go after the other FDF's, after the zombies. He quickly inventarizes his equipment. No weapons, no cookies, still his bulletproof bodyarmor though, thats something good! He has numerous bleeding scratches all over his body, and a large bruise on top of his head, where he was hit. No zombie bites though. He sighs. Then, he remembers his hidden miniradio hidden in his fur. With a quick headshake, the radio fall on the ground, and he drops after it, the chair fallen as well. With a grunt, he pokes the radio with his nose, and is able to activate it. "Dear co-FDF members, I'm er... being held prisoner... at an unknown location. Please come rescue me? PLEASE?!?" Now lets hope the signal makes it through the walls... of whatever I am...