Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20170625164411/@comment-5543592-20170723004612

Randall frowned at the scene playing before him. A plan to slip away for an hour or two had turned into days spent exploring the city. The sheer emptiness of the city had amazed him, but after a few close encounters with the wildlife, and Dog Lords--who weren't much different from the wildlife--he'd headed back away. His usual isolated behavior made his absence go relatively unnoticed. Although, he wondered if any of the other convicts had thought of them when the school was overrun by fucking dogs. Was no one concerned if poor Randall had gotten eaten?

"Probably not.  Fucking jamokes." He muttered, dropping his back of junk he'd collected in his two day exploit the ground. Seemed like they need Randall Clark to save them. And his stuff, he had a nice machete in there. The ex-Yakuza cracked his knuckles, then neck, then some of his toes, before approaching the overrun school on light feet.

The first floor was packed with animals, he could tell from just looking, and gunfire came from above.

"There's where I'll be headed then." He muttered, before heading towards the wall of the building, looking for a good climbing spot.