Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-35898511-20190524055002/@comment-38255726-20191217221336

Air still laid torrid, the scruffy overgrown beard across my jaw waded stain grey and dripping with sweat. It'd been many hours since my first steps on the firey asphalt, and regret set deep. Is there anyone around here? Anything rather?

Light soon set down bringing upon darkness. Perhaps I should rest?

The temperature quickly changed from blisteringly hot to a cordial breeze, and everything became more bearable. At last, as this change brung itself onto my flesh, my sight lined up with a small rundown but intact structure.

Finally, somewhere to rest.

I wiped my brow and headed my aching body towards the entrance, hoping that if someone was inhabiting it that they'd be generous enough to allow my company.

A rustling came from the hallow inner that could be heard from base of the thin burnt door which stood before me. I readied my pistol, hand shaking in unusual anticipation, trigger finger caressing the trigger with intent. I hastily opened the door and aimed shakily to kill, but nothing was there. My feet stood in place, while I couldn't see anything I knew something was here.

Light sat in a room not too far from my spot, as I entered the house I made my way sluggishly towards it, gun still aimed...