Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170508193735/@comment-31749612-20170510005747

Whiskey crawls behind another tree, about 5 feet away from the last one he hid at.

''He then clumsily got up, because he is terrified. It would be sorta quiet, but they could hear something moving followed by something snapping and then fast moving footsteps that were getting quieter and quieter. ''

He got get up, almost falling over himself and starts sprinting as fast as he could in the opposite direction of them.

''He doesn't know where he is headed, he just wants to be anywhere away from the three. ''

''He would be breathing heavily as he ran, almost falling over stuff. "I'm not going out like this! Not to my fears!" While running, he'd trip over a broken log, sending him diving forward. Once he hit the ground, he would roll a foot or two, but he quickly got up however, still breathing heavily and almost falling over himself again. ''

''He notices a cut on his arm. "God damn, ugh!" He would shake his head and continue running, fear running through his veins. A terrified expression planted on his face.''