Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27804235-20171213223720/@comment-27661770-20171214014605

"they're innocents"

And with that, the other figure walked to the house.

A flash of lightning would reveal what could pass for a robotic zombie. Flesh that almost rotted, red and bare without any natural skin to guard it, instead only protected by leathery outer muscles and wires. Cracked teal eyes, dim in the howling rainstorm. A slanted jaw, grim with resigation. And a stance that suggested they held no more will to walk.