Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31749612-20170528192558/@comment-26517142-20170608080812

As Jeril was on the other end, having pulled out several crates crammed with possible goods, he pries them open. Out fly frozen goods that are yet to spoil. “ Hey…. this’ ll be good for us. “ He scratches his head. “ Except… we can’ t make these last long. Unless we find some ice.”

 "Hey David! I got some food!"

In a pile of wood and junk, he pulls a piece of plywood out – and what meets him is a pair of shining eyes that startles him back. A shadow to which those eyes belonged to jumped out and darted towards a nearby cluster of trees.



Jeril: (having seen the shadow) WHOA! What was that??