Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-24141785-20151213220017

After exhausting his lungs dry, Garrett had reached the Fair: he didn't want to be in the open. He slowly wandered over to a 'cosy' spot by the Ferris Wheel, before discovering he wasn't alone.

He held a firm grip on his 9mm, still on edge from his last encounter. A large assortment of people had gathered around: a bulky man inspecting his shotgun, a nightkin who obviously didn't give a shit of what people thought of him, and others - who appeared to be solitary listening in.

''You're a person before a killer... They seem friendly.''

Garrett removed his hand from his carbine, taking a sit on said spot. He needed rest, and he might as well do it in view of the others.