Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170623184706

"Esos hijos de puta."

Elijah hissed sharply under his breath, his calm mask fractured for brief moments by an onslaught of Spanish swears. He quickly pulled himself back together, probably thinking that teaching a sobbing, possibly traumatised child vulgar language wasn't one of the best ideas he came up with. With a deep sigh, he shook his head, looking around the small chapel in concern.

"...Fucktards. Anyways, we need to find out what we need to do. From what we understand, we have no idea what is outside of the gate.We have no food, water or a place to sleep." He gestured to the two women standing by the alter "What's more is that it'd be a miracle for us to find enough supplies to feed the kid for a day. Let alone four people. What we need is a plan."