Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190402224637/@comment-5543592-20190406204855

Chotto looked at him expectantly, waiting to hear more. Willy's whole appearance-- the scars, Shrike's recognition of him, his strange mannerisms and attitude--they drew attention. Especially for someone like Chotto.

Josey led them off. As they headed off, the cliffs were to their right, the wide open facility to their left. It was long before the hard, dark stone of the clifs gave way to rich foliage. The change was abrupt, from dark, rough soil, to thick greenery. It was explosive, seeming to appear spontaneously, and emanated from one source on the other side of the cliffs.

Massive vines wrapped the cliffs, oversized venus fly traps stuck out from between willow weeper trees. The fly traps seemed to watch them as they moved, but they were high up on the cliff. They brushed through a patch of thick grass, large vines wrapped together overhead. It would remind Morgan of the Vault in New York, Denis of Oasis.

"Old research station there, on the other side, back in the trenches.  Studying how to regrow shit for when the apocaylpse happened.  Developed this strain of plant that could survive in anything . Problem with that is the plant's real good as surviving inside the human body.  Spores it makes get into your lungs, first turn you crazy, then turn you into a pod person.  Ain't pretty."

The vines shook and groaned above them, as if alerted by their passing. Wind whistled through the branches and thick stalks. It sounded like whispering voices.

The sky above them darkened as they entered further growth. Now the vines were arches and the trees spiderwebs of branches. Things scurried out of the corners of their eyes.