Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27120173-20171027032429/@comment-27120173-20171028231744

Tom had ignored the ghosts and took the backpack. He folds his tent and reaches the meeting in time.

"Few, thank goodness I am not the only survivor here."

The train howls in delight that a group of survivors had gathered. It breaks the window in the Section the Survivors are.

"Holy Guacamole!" Tom swore.

(Imagine Guacamole as a censored bar)