Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20181219235003/@comment-3293219-20181226203721

As the last of them passed out, they found themselves left in the wasteland, vulnerable to its environment. They were fortunate, that they were in a location that was rarely traipsed and so, as a result, the morning sun finally came and burned away the nightmares brought on by last night.

The group awoke in the trench, their vehicle above them, pressed against a truck from where Harriot had crashed it. Though it had some surface damage, it was seemingly okay to drive. The gun on the back was gone and the items on the outside of the truck had seemingly been lifted.

It seemed they got off lightly, considering how helpless they were. Though they did feel terrible, from the aftermath of the attack and the toxins they had taken in. Hopefully it wouldn't have a long-lasting impact on them.