Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-26809040-20160120052239

Eric continued his sprint, vaulting over a tombstone, dodging a feral, and hastily re-slinging his rifle. He came to the side wall of the mausoleum, jumped, pushed off the wall with his feet, and caught the overhanging stone ledge with both hands.

As the scavver hauled himself up onto the roof, his pack continued making the godawful racket it usually did when he wasn't sneaking, with several clips and hooks, a partially refurbished toaster, a swaying box full of loose ammo, a rudely awakened cat, and a variety of other things clattering together.