Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809183350/@comment-5543592-20190905151644

"We're gonna need to be smart." Josey said, checking his revolver. "I ain't go many rounds left."

He faced to the north, in the direction of the Canadian mountains, and started off.

In his mind, he was walking the Mojave again.

The Vertibird touched down on the clean cut grass of Mercer Island. Not to far in the distance, the palace of the Crimson King rose up on it's cliffside.

The doors of the jet rolled aside, and those conscious could see teams of men in white cleansuits running towards the Vertibird, carrying stretchers between the twos of them.

"Where is she?" Tanner said, trying to get up, reaching around for knives he didn't have anymore. "I'm not finished yet."