Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27396384-20170703182714/@comment-27458579-20170711233427

"Thank you, Willlow." I say to the kind girl as I adjust the bow over my chest, now walking back to the dark green backpack I had found not but 30 minutes ago. I flip open the mouth of the bag and stuff the lighters and face masks in there. I release a sigh of both relief and happiness at my findings, overly excited to use this bow to hunt. I think I love hunting so much because it's my safe place. It's where I feel most at home. Safe. I feel secure in the woods. I just hope I can get off this bloody island so I can return home.