Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160820182648/@comment-25808351-20160822035038

I run my thumb across the cut and wipe away the rotten blood. Then I push past Armata, staring at him with scowl on my face. I don't say anything to anyone, I walk a short distance away from the group. {This is the first time I feel truly helpless, this miasma is eating away me. But why, why does it still plaque me?} I think to myself.