Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170127013506

The girl's sobs continued and even intensified as Timothy approached. She was wearing pants that were surprisingly intact and fit her small size and pink pokadotted dressed above that. She was standing dead center in the middle of an avenue that had been six lanes wide. If this had been a moment before the War, she would've been roadkill.

As Timothy approached, the girl threw back her head and wailed impressively loud, seeming almost ear-shattering in the otherwise dead city, and then pointed at a spot across the street from them.

William's instinct was correct. As the path widened, hinting he was near the village, a patrol passed over it. Two men, each carrying a rifle, and wearing beige outfits that looked vaguely military. From a black utility belt around their waist hung various supplies and a holstered sidearm. They also had backpacks on, formless things that had one zipper, and each backpack proudly displayed this symbol.Whatever it meant, was uncertain.

The patrol did not spot William, and kept walking, obviously not very good at their jobs, exposing both their backs and leaving the settlement open to him,