Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-24685738-20160121213702

When Pan turned back around, everyone was gone. The fog surrounded her, the constant growls and moans of the ghouls being the only noises nearby. She vaguely heard gunshots ring around her, but it was impossible to tell where it was coming from.

She began to breathe heavily, terror setting in. She was alone... surrounded by ghouls... in a scary graveyard...

The God made a mad dash for anywhere but there, really. She leapt over tombstones, ducked and dodged around Ghouls, and generally tried not to die. She eventually made it to a  leafless tree, and hurriedly climbed it.

She sat in the high limbs of the tree, struggling not to cry as she listened for any further signs of her friends...