Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27661770-20180102013914/@comment-27661770-20180103001752

John sighs, as he shrugged. Last grave.

The farmer.

She had actually held on to her sanity the longest. Noticed her friends going down the drain.

Over the months, she had secluded herself to her farm with a shotgun by the door.

But loneliness wasn't exactly good for your health. It wasn't clear what happened, but it was suspected that a combination of this, the decline, stress, watching people rob her own farm, and the breaking point of the Factory's takeover had sent her over the edge, mainly against the thieves.

So many skeletons had been found to be fertilizer for the apple orchard.

Even the people with a head on their shoulders can lose it.

He struck coffin for the fourth time.

The hat was still there, a blue kerchief completely covering the face. It looked like someone had stabbed the body numerous times.

John tossed the body out of the grave. that was it.

Now, to find the other grave. Rumored to be out near the bugs.

If there was none, it was still in the Factory's wreckage. He just needed to get it.