Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190809182613/@comment-25828117-20190825190430

Inside the station was just as cold as outside, having all the windows having been smashed in and all that.

The building cosisted mainly of one big room with old handcrafted chairs looking out towards the walls from the middle of the room. Aside from that, there was a booth which used to house a postman or stationmaster. For the six of them, there was little hiding place but at least they were not in the direct line of sight of those chasing them.

Doris felt like puking. as was evident from her dry heaves. A lot of her muscles had atrophied away from back when she was held in stasis, and they had never truly recovered.

"Oh shit... What... What do we do now?"