Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-24438639-20151227003720

John Lock was making his way from his home, having closed up shop while he restocked the various assortment of items he sold. He had his assault rifle hung over his sholder and his pistol in a holster on his leg. He wore his combat armor above his simple priest clothing.

He mantained a keen eye and walked on the shadows of buildings in a attempt to not draw the gaze of any human or animal, and as he walked his hands continued to slide down to his pistol ready to draw it out and shoot at any sign of threat, he groaned as he continued walking.

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Fernanda groaned ´´So they spent all the caps on this shit, instead of protecting the world huh´´