Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160126170544/@comment-25828117-20160207003533

His timing had to be perfect, one misstep and the whole thing could end in disaster.

Grasping bony hands with nails that had become as claws scratched whatever part of him they could hit. Some ferals even wagered a bite. They didn't care if he was a mutant, right now food was food.