Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151213185955/@comment-5583506-20151213215712

Kriegz approached the former high school and got up close enough for inspection. The bag of caps was heavy and he had become somewhat tired of killing raiders left and right. Also not being able to curse or swear for three months in order to not give himself away, had left him with quite a bad taste in his mouth; one that could only be cured by either some serious drinking, the taste of blood, or the taste of a woman...

He grunted. "Fucking place looks steady to say the least. Can't say for sure if the old bastard contains any of those ghoul cunts. Whaddaya think, mom?" He held his shotgun up by his side and played with it, humourosly mimicking his mother.

"'I think it looks pretty, fucking rad, Urban. Rad as in radiated beyond any fucking recognition!'"

He smirked at his own lame attempts at humour and sheathed the shotgun back into its holster on his back. "Sorry, mom", he muttered vaguely afterwards.

''Shouldn't make fun of the dead. Especially not an angel like she...''

He then approached the back door of the high school and felt on the handle.