Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190430180827/@comment-5543592-20190505200717

Shrike was wise to Morgan now and launched a shockwave at her in the same moment Paul landed his punch.

Shrike grunted as the point of bullet dug unpleasantly into her side, but repaid it by uppercutting Paul in his open mouth, and then, gripping his shoulder for control, driving repeated knees into his groin.

"Rick, c'mon!" Josey called as they sprinted towards Abaddon. The mouth of the cave yawned before them and they dashed inside without stopping. Josey called them to a halt only when the entrance was a mote of light far behind them.

The cave's interior was damp, dark, and sloped downwards. Josey turned the nightvision of his helmet on.

"Alright, folla me." Josey instructed. "And if you smell rotting meat, let me know."