(Finally returning to this RP... )
Piros, holding the jacket, started towards the trees, seeing a figure in the distance. His whole body hurt, but he could bear it. He's felt worse, anyways. Glancing around him, he winced at the ash and lack of life around the stone house that he came from. That, and the roof was blown off. He hoped that the snow coming would help the plantlife, but he knew that he shouldn't be out in the snow when it fell. From experience, he knows that it would cause a bad reaction, him having just been out of his body yesterday. He shuddered slightly at the memory.
"I love how I see a zombie coming towards me and it doesn't faze me too much, but I see a flash of light and freak out."
~Simon from The Yogscast
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