Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190722223928/@comment-5583506-20190809221522

Shanks stood behind in the back of the room, observing the Yakuza cautiously. His animal instincts rang like warning bells inside his head around the gangsters, but he knew that if there was the slightest chance of Morgan making it out alive somehow, it would be at the hands of these guys.

He couldn't help but wonder just what had ticked him off as of recent. It wasn't really as if he cared about anyone else in the group, save for Kayleigh, Hancock and Naomi. And maybe Tanner, the man had a sense of humor. And maybe the woman with the strange lenses, just out of sheer sympathy. Maybe it was just some old memories resurfacing, some sort of honorary code from his military days. No man left behind, and all that sweet-talk. At least that's what he told himself, and he was fine with it.