Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20181112025248/@comment-31749612-20181129015831

''The hairs on his neck stood. "My head. It's playing tricks. I can't do this." Shaking his head, he turned to walk in the direction he thought led back to the camp. Alone, in the forest, in the pitch black. He couldn't handle it, his breathing was fast, and so was his walking. The quiet didn't help either. How he sought to see the fire again, even being only a minutes walk away maybe. Maybe.''