Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722215436/@comment-5543592-20190802013331

"You will see." Antonia said simply. As the truck drove quietly across the plains, Morgan thought she could see something in the distance, to the southeast. Perhaps... trees?

Green, lush, and full, they were strong, California oaks, a species that had been extinct for the last two centuries. The truck driver turned and headed straight for them.