Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-2600:8807:1C01:A199:A154:B0AD:AB8A:EECF-20191126033228/@comment-38868122-20191128064941

(The world IS weird.)

Reeve drifts in and out of waking and sleeping, but finally, he's jolted from his sleep by some loud screech from a nearby bird. He groans, rubs his eyes, and slowly sits up. After what felt like a long time, he stands and stumbles in a random direction, starting to think running away had been a very, very bad idea. He touches his most recent bruise, across his cheek, and winces- then notices two blurry outlines of figures in the distance. Not having the strength to call out, he lurches toward them.