Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20191031234433/@comment-5583506-20191110003556

Evangeline followed, albeit she didn't really know what to make of the current situation. Here they were, two women who were both infatuated with the same man, off to visit his wife and child in order to save his life. What kind of cruel joke was this?

And even when he was back at full health again, she knew that Kayleigh was the one he truly loved. He was married to Pan, loved Kayleigh, and she ... she was his friend. He had always regarded her as that, nothing more, nothing less. His reaction to her confession had told her as much. Yet she loved him. It hurt just thinking about it, but she was done crying.

"Let's not waste any time", she said. "Let us go and find Miller."

Daddy, daddy!

Shanks snorted as he awoke from his deep slumber. "Shannon!" he slurred in his rude awakening, still half-asleep.

The mutant had wandered off from the camp in the middle of the night to be by himself, as he was accustomed to. He couldn't really stand the company of others since his transformation. He found that pretty much everything annoyed him with other people. The sounds they made, their scents, their looks, albeit he reckoned that the latter was just repressed envy.

This company was one of the worst though. Naomi was alright. He could rely on her. He didn't know jackshit about Tyrus to warrant an opinion, but both the ghoul and the cowboy wannabe irked him in the worst ways. An older, more unhinged and less experienced version of himself would have probably made mince-meat out of them both for so much as glancing at him the wrong way. But he was different these days ... sort of. Or at least that's what he told himself.

He could take shit, just as much as he could dish it out. And he supposed that there was a status quo there. Neither the ghoul or the square dancer liked him, and he didn't like them, and yet they were stuck with each other.

''The worst possible fucking scenario ... ''he reflected with an annoyed grunt as he rose up from the tree under which he had slept.

He could judge from the nearby scent that a wild coyote had been curiously sniffing at him during the night. At least they enjoyed his company. He snickered at the fantasy of replacing the current party with all the coyotes he had been hunting Boosin with, returning to Kayleigh and the rest of Brigade as the heroic leader of the pack.

He cracked the stiff joints in his neck and set off back towards camp, having wandered one or two kilometers away to sleep out in the wilds.