Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170126223015

The man wore an outfit that had been clothes in a past life. His shirt was composed of five different shirts: the sleeves didn't match, patchs covered it, the collar had been torn off. His pants were a pair of jeans that had gotten their tears for free. He wore a winter coat held together by ducktape, and it was one small hole in it high up on his back that much blood was pumping from. It had already soaked his jacket and shirt and now was spreading to the dirt.

It was clear that the wound was mortal, but the man appeared to still be alive. He took shallow, ragged breathes, and in his near death state, had not noticed William.