Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-25828117-20170126222557

William had been walking for days. And for about most of them it had rained; just like today.

The New Yorker groaned once more as a drop pecked him on the head. He looked up to see sunlight try to claw in from between the overcast clouds and pinetrees.

His hands were cold, even through the leather of his gloves, he hadn't eaten anything decent for days, and his blonde beard had grown a considerable size, to the point it had gotten white in a few areas, making him blatantly aware of his older age. He had turned 42 last december and he hated it. Not that there was much of a celebration anyways.

His feet drenched through the mud with effort as he kept to the path that seemed least affected. Cold feet were bad enough, he didn't need them wet either. However due to the constant effort to see where he placed his feet it took him awhile to notice a man lying there in the mud.

He was apparently bleeding out.