Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20160824101510/@comment-26446054-20160824222849

As the darkness brought in another chilling gust of wind, Thomas leaned against the wall of the burnt-out shop. He had checked the coast twice, and the streets were clear. Rubbing his eyes, he decided he could head to Bramalea and buy something for tomorrow before heading back to his apartment.

So, strapping the rifle to his back, he stepped over the smashed window and headed for the fortress-city. He didn't want to listen to PNR tonight. He'd probably just draw attention to himself without retaining any news.

Soon enough came the gates of the town, and he entered after speaking shortly to the guards. As usual, to his right was the Cheap Highs bar; named so for also being able to provide chems as well as alcohol.

On the left were just homes, as well as one stall of food, though it had closed up.

Maybe I can have a drink to warm up, he thought and moved past the crowd of people leaving into the streets into the door.