Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160112193412/@comment-26809040-20160123053305

Eric, with an effort, threw the ghoul from his back. He then spun around, drew his sawed-off, and blew he zombie's head off in a spray of blood and buckshot. The scavenger replaced the shell, holstered the shotgun, and scooped up his rifle.

Backing up against the tree, Eric peered off into the fog, at the approaching outlines of more ghouls. If he stayed much longer, he'd be cut off. Keeping his eyes on the outlines, and his back to the tree, he shouted up one last time.

"Last chance girl! It's me or the ferals! Come quickly, or not at all!"