Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26571677-20160829031840/@comment-27126749-20160901235251

Nodding at his words, Ash stood up and pulled the sleeping bag from her backpack. She unrolled it and laid it out on the floor, placing her backpack beside it. She kneeled down atop it, but didn't feel verey sleepy. She waited until she was sure that he had left before she rose to her feet and began to wander the vacant house, the hardwood creaking quietly beneath her.

She walked down the hallway and looked at old photos that lined the wall. Some were crooked, and one was even cracked on the floor. Ash wondered if this was due to the panic of people trying to escape the city that had fallen to the Grimm. She continued down the hallway and found a door mostly closed, yet ajar slightly. She hesitated before pushing it open, and saw dusty old furniture: a bed, desk, dresser, and a knocked-over lamp. There was a large window on the opposite wall that looked like it had a giant hole smashed through it by something. Frightened by the dark and desolate view from there, she pulled the door shut quickly but softly.

Ash hurriedly returned to her sleeping bag and crawled inside, feeling even less tired than she had before. Sighing, she rolled onto her side and stared at the wall. After a while, a troubled and light sleep finally came.