Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28718853-20181125222027/@comment-31749612-20181201022854

"Oh, fuck. I don't like any of this." ''Ed muttered under his breath, taking the job of the rear guard after the old ones, erm, 'accident'. He wasn't enjoying any of this. The stench, it was horrid. And the thought of being hunted down in here was hovering over his shoulders. But, it beat getting nabbed but whatever those... Things were. Paranoia also found a nice place to settle on his shoulders; the thought of Donnie unable to get out of his head.''

''It seemed he was doing his best to not let the smell get to him, which was difficult, but manageable. He almost wanted to ask: 'how much further' after only being down there for what felt like minutes.''