Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5543592-20160728023021

"We can head out now." Randall said suddenly, standing up.

Steven whistled to himself as he found an apartment building he liked and stepped through the doorway, the rotted door having fallen off rusted hinges long ago.

"Alright, bed sheets, rope, and a big sharp thing, like a cleaver.  A tarp would be better than sheets, but I wouldn't get our hopes up.