Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190923202601

The day clocked by. The sun kissed the horizon. It made the unspoiled lakes of Montana look like they were boiling.

Josey's breaths were heavy and he dropped onto his rear to pull a boot off. Old scars, blisters long since healed had reopened, as if they had been in wait for this moment.

He looked out at the dying sun's reflection as it cast off the water and thought of standing over Lake Mead with Cass and Boone. Had long ago had that been?

"How much food've we got?" He asked over his shoulder, stretching out his toes.

Wilkes and Harriot stood in a wasteland as the sun sunk, the gravel-like rocks crunching beneath their feet. It seemed to extend like a sea in either direction. It would be uncomfortable to sit down on, let alone sleep.