Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20190227001023/@comment-31749612-20190303190153

When the mothman finished speaking, Whiskey rubbed the back of his head before checking his hand. It appeared he was trying to understand what he was seeing. “Survivors?” He looked at the debris of the shoreline and was reminded of the crash. Seeing this, he attempted to stand once more, but couldn’t manage and could only groan in pain. Judging from his attempt, something was wrong with his left leg.