Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5543592-20190110211445

"Boy, this ain't nothing." The nearby ghoul spat, sitting up on the railing near Ito, his back to the water. "You think this is cold?  You oughtta what it like in Anchorage.  Only gets worse from 'ere on out." His mask was pulled up over his mouth, and he was trying to light a cigar dangling from his lips.

"Sure isn't Redding." Chloe muttered. The thin girl was in a similar predicament to James, her poncho's hood up and pulled tight. "And boy do I miss Frisco right about now."