Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170704184344

Elijah rose an eyebrow in a brief concern, taken off guard by what seemed like a pet name. He walked beside him, making their way throughout the village if you could even call it that.

Abandoned houses stood in neat little rows like something that leapt out of a Brothers Grimm fairy tale. Some missing panes of glass, some missing entire walls and some being reduced to a single cornerstone. Cobwebs swarmed around every single crevice available while an obnoxious layer of dust smothered the windowsills and everything inside.

Although they were just on the outskirts of the village, it was unusual to see something so densely populated simply be abandoned like this, almost surreal. Like visiting a supermarket at 3 am while chugging half a bottle of Gatorade.

"...Fuck. Place looks worse than my abuela's attic."