Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-26852465-20160301192455

...beauty in the eye of the beholder, perhaps. Nimbostratus clouds hung over the sky, painting the ground below with clear speckles of rain. A gentle wind blew.. carrying on it the scent of oak and spruce. There was hardly anyone around the town's border.. no people.. no Mamono.. nothing. In a way, like how everything seemed so stationary, it was art in and of itself. The zombie girls that did hear the explosion, and were shambling towards it, were still particularly far away.. maybe half and hour or so, and they would arrive there.