Paul J. McSorley
speaker
3,444 appearances
4 recordings
1 series
first heard Jun 2026
last heard 19 Sep
Paul J. McSorley’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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He took stock of himself.
He ached all over because of that bitch and her asshole husband and the guy they were trying to save who was probably dead already.
Fuck him and fuck you too.
He spat.
A rustle in the undergrowth made him reach for the revolver Glenn had lent him.
It wasn't there.
Motherfucker he yelled, causing the squirrel that had come to investigate to flee up a tree.
The captain shook his head and slowly started to get up, this time on less shaky feet.
Looking around, he saw the shotgun they had left him.
Fucking rednecks and their antiquated guns.
chose not to remember how well the three fifty seven had done compared to the M nines Sergeant First Class Kim Hoth had them using at the crash site.
I should have never left the quartermaster corps.
At least there were no monsters in the shower and laundry repair shop, he muttered, looking around for any sign of which way his former companions went.
His authority during martial law had been questioned, and he needed to reassert himself.
Thinking he saw footprints, he began following them.
Snaggle and Thor could smell their packs.
Thor's humans were heading in one direction that was somewhat the way to Snaggle's alpha, but incredibly inefficient.
Not that efficiency mattered to their two legged pack mates, who traveled around in loud scary wagons.
Some of their kind loved sticking their head out the window at the wind blowing through their fur, including Thor.
But others like Snaggle, as brave as he was, hated the damn things and tended to vomit, much to the annoyance of the humans of his pack.
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