Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140226060557/@comment-24416658-20140226143240

Using the added strength of his gaunlet, Peyton moved aside some rubble from a doorway into a home. Stepping inside, he could not believe his eyes. The entire room was completely obliterated. Rubble scattered around the room revealed what most likely used to be chairs, and destroyed pieces of electronics, likely from a TV, were scattered across the front wall.

But what surprised Peyton most were the marks. Claw marks. He had studied these marks before, in class, and he was suddenly a bit terrified. All over the wall were giant beowulf gashes, clearly defined by their straightness and roughness. However, these were the largest Beowulf claws that Peyton had ever seen, almost as big as an Ursa's. Oh no. This is very bad.

Peyton's thoughts were interrupted by a small whimper coming from a closet door jammed by rubble. Working quickly, he pulled away the debris and opened the door. He couldn't believe it. Inside was a 10 year old boy, huddled in the closet, stuffed animal in his hands. The boy was covered in a substance that Peyton inferred was a mixture of ash and blood. He ran back to the doorway to the house.

"Everyone!" he yelled out to the other students, "Over here! We got a live one!"