Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190701151243/@comment-25828117-20190714190908

Doris was still, after all these years physically repulsed by ghouls. She remembered the first time she saw one. Clyde. It was just those pulled back, wrinkled lips. She couldn't imagine just how unpleasant it must be. There was perhaps some irony to the fact that some of them would've been people she might've been able to relate to, being that some of them were from before the war.