Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20140401010735/@comment-24487330-20140627210549

Camo barely moved the whole trip back to the campsite; though his skin tone was starting to regain its color, his breathing remained soft and shallow. After presumably being treated for both the bite on his neck and the venom with which he had been paralyzed, he would eventually start to come around. His attention would first be drawn to his surroundings and then to the feeling of other beings standing over him. Fear would kick in immediately and cause him to try to scurry away from his teammates, but even if he does manages to get anywhere, he won't have the strength to move more than a few feet before fatigue halts him.