Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-43957690-20191203185151/@comment-39357410-20191204041537

Moren trudged through the forest, shouldering his huge backpack. He saw a mutated squirrel scampering through the trees, looking more like a rabid raccoon than a squirrel. He shuddered and climbed a tree, trying to get a better vantage point. He saw a faint light a little ways off and he climbed down the tree, sighing. “God, I’m a mess,” he whispered. He tried to get some of the knots out of his hair as he walked toward where the light was coming from.