Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170529190134/@comment-31749612-20170601022952

''Whiskey was walking along the beach... Eventually coming across the dock.''

''He knew what had happened, so he slowly walked up to it, noticing the dog... The blood... The knife...''

''He looked away, putting one hand on his mouth, now crying. "....." He had nothing to say... If he had left with Mek, that dog wouldn't have died.''

''He soon walked over to the dog and pulled out the knife, quickly walking off the dock... But he had an idea. He grabbed a spade out of his pack and started digging a grave. "I'm so... Sorry." He thought as the tears kept coming.''

''After a long time, he finished the grave and climbed out. He then walked over to the dog and picked it up, carrying it in his arms. He placed in gently into the grave and picked up his spade. "I just wanted to live a happy life... Is that too much to ask?" He thought as he washed his spade and put it into his bag.''

''Not wanting to see anymore blood... Death... He started to walk back to the Ruin, but before he left... He made a small cross out of two sticks and carved the name David into it. He only made it about ten feet away when he remembered something.''

''He walked back to the dock and walked to the edge, looking at the still rising sun. "The necklace... It... It didn't go far, I'm sure I'll be able to find it..." He thought as he set down his pack against the crate.''

''He continued to stand there, unsure if he sould search for it... What should he do? Maybe if he had help... What if someone was there to talk him out it? He soon shook his head and painfully took of his jacket...''