Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-13615389-20160722035222

Floyd was taken aback by Tariq's energy, but found the group he was a part of a refreshing change from the others, who tended to be a tad more dreary by comparison. "You wanted to take a stop down by the Jackal again, yeah?" Floyd asked.

The scene itself as they entered Tiana's shack was mostly the same. Foggy, eerily quiet, humid, and dark. They sunk into the damp Earth once more, Floyd kicking aside some of the thick vegetation as he felt something crawl onto his leg. The only difference now was the unmoving corpse of a Breton lying facedown in the mud; cold and unmoving. Maurice would never return to retrieve his body, it was now property of the gnats and mosquitoes who buzzed about the body; occasionally landing on his exposed skin to drink of his blood.