Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160824101510/@comment-26446054-20160825132237

"We're doctors, not soldiers," muttered a man at the drug desk with a bottle of Nuka-Cola in hand, shrugging.

Thomas was alone; sitting by the window with his rifle and finishing his light breakfast consisting of a roasted potato and a kebab. He didn't know if his new companion was awake, not that he really cared either.