Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20191001031629/@comment-25218347-20191003021001

She squinted through the treeline.

It was a person. Behind him, there was a trail of blood soaked into the snow. He had a letterman jacket and dirty blonde hair, and was busy trying to keep his intestines from falling out of a fucking hole in his torso. His leg had been torn up by what was presumably shrapnel, and he shivered as he staggered along.