Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160229022316/@comment-25547106-20160301193824

Oblivious to the apocalypse, the muscular gentleman puts on a new shirt and cleans his jacket before stepping out of the hole in his wall and making his way down the street. "The roads seem emptier than usual. Normally, there's traders of some sort..." he muses, rubbing his chin. "...And come to think of it, the civilians seem to have become much more scarce, save all the clingy young women!" he continues, chuckling as he simply sidesteps a zombie lunging at him.