Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151228164805/@comment-29559990-20151231195820

It became clear that the cow's whine was an alarm, as the shack's door burst open and out came a man with greying black hair and a pair of spectacles on his face. Locked tightly in his hands was a sawed-off shotgun.

"The hell's goin on out here?" He spat, inching closer to the group.