Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5583506-20170127200942

SkyrimsShillelagh wrote:

As the four Apocalyptians neared Queen Anne's Hill, they encountered the very same sights Duncan and Rick had. Skeletons forever leaning over lawn mowers, houses that hadn't been touched in two centuries, the air ripe with the smell of rotten wood and molded furniture. The constant rain probably didn't help much

Queen Anne's Hill was left pretty much alone in Seattle, for three reasons. One, it was creepy as well. Two, there was nothing good to loot here. And three, the neighbor spread to close to the Bug Safari Museum and no one wanted to go near that place. "Your doing, Deaph?" said Famian upon noticing the skeletons.

"Sweetie, every passing is my doing. These poor sods were just unlucky enough to not receive the personal appointment."

"Huh", murmured Pestin as he lit another cigarette, throwing the butt of the previous one next to one of the lawnmowers.

"So where was this group of Raiders exactly?" asked Ward. "And why are they of importance? We can't just kill at random. That would be disrupting the balance."

"Oh, but I have done my research. Their time is up, and they are to be judged accordingly. In fact, I was going to let at least one of them live so that she can inform you of the purpose why I brought you here?"

"She?" Ward cocked his head and shrugged. "You already know everything, don't you?"

Deaphanie turned her head to him and touched the tip of her nose with a coy smile. "But quiet down for now. We are getting close."