Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24572299-20140401142059/@comment-24260323-20140701235504

Groping blindly through the clutter, Ferron finally felt the familiar rough canvas of his medical supply bag. Pulling it free from the mess, he lifted the flap to take stock of what was available before pulling the bag strap over his neck and started the ignition.

The engine roared to life before Ferron shifted gears and began the hour long trip to the village.

The skyline of the airship dock sank into the horizon while Ferron was being asphyxiated by the quiet interior of the van with the only salvation being a decade old radio that only received news of Grimm sightings in the area, but even then it was mostly silent.

The shelter of the civilized world quickly began to recede, as the natural world began to grow denser all around them with the only sign of humanity being the paved road in front of them; a stark reminder that people were surrounded by an unforgiving world. It had only been around twenty minutes since they left, and already an awkward silence permeated.

He had to find a way to end it.

"So....do you mind if you tell me more about yourselves? I mean, what's it like being a Hunter?" he asked, hoping that someone would answer.