Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20171128234039/@comment-3293219-20171204202839

McGill leant against the door of the shack, it seemed to be unlocked, he quickly stepped inside.

Before them was Wilkes, suspended several feet in the air, hanging by his pale white arms, that had been starved of blood for two days as most of it had rushed away from them.

"Is it time for his medicine already?" The Gas Mask guard asked, getting a quick nod from McGIll.

"Yeah... Gonna have to take him to the infirmary for it." McGill explained, glancing back to Wilkes.

"Apparently he isn't breaking fast enough for Casamir's liking."