Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-29559990-20160722205300

Jack eventually hauled himself into what appeared to be the ruins of some pre-war city. Despite the buildings falling apart and the plant life being completely annhilated, he loved the place. There was no irradiated creature chasing him yet, no human life to attack or annoy him. It was silent. It was peaceful.

Still, he held a bat in his right hand, in case some creature did show up and try to make a meal of him, or some hapless raider tried to mug him.