Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20160110211725/@comment-24416658-20160403072203

She ran for a bit, leaping over fallen trunks and sidestepping obstacles. As she went, she looked at her scroll's tracking system. It was primitive, due to the lack of satellites, but it gave her at least some indication of where to go. Reaching a clearing, she stopped, holding out her hand to stop Ebony.

"Well, that's interesting."

A pack of beowulves, maybe seven, were picking over an overturned RV. Seeing them, they roared a challenge. Anastasia brought her weapon back out, smiling.

"I'll take the ones on the left?"