Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170331011949/@comment-7262318-20170404181040

"I'll take my chances," Duncan said, turning and selecting a room at random. He quickly closed the door behind him.

"Ugh..."

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Rick found himself a room and sat on the bed, getting mud and bits of debris all over the bed. He calmly removed his mask and sat it down on the nearby nightstand before taking in a large breath of fresh air. It was hard to breath in that thing.

"No Radio..." Rick noted. "Lousy pricks...."

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Back On the Bridge....

The men who were guarding the toll booth that lead to Mercer Island could see a new figure approaching, dressed in black approached with a large sniper rifle slung across his back. He didn't have the mask in the image, but his eyes were hidden behind a set of aviators. He was African-American, with a bushy moustache growing out to the side of his lips and a fde haircut that fed into a very small afro. A bandana hung tied around his neck.