Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151224155202/@comment-24438639-20151227053309

John walked as a pack of mole rats began to surround him, exactly six. He pulled his pistol and held it at the pack leader his voice dropping down to a commanding tone used to train animals ´´Back´´ he groaned as the rats seeming to lose their waver and scampered off for a less fiesty prey.

John sighed as he continued walking not turning his back on the rats as he continued moving south going towards the general area of the park.

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Fernanda was sprawled out snoozing