Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28412230-20170621183025/@comment-26854056-20170627220401

Elijah nodded in agreement, double checking his own stash of weaponary- A pistol and five silver bullets- was safely hidden in his pack along with his old sketchbook, art supplies and the diary he found wedged between the matress. Having one or two things familiar to him oddly put him on edge instead of comfort- the reality that they would be leaving the only place they'd deemed safe setting in.

"Hopefully we don't run into anything either. I tried to look outside through the stained window in the loft but all I could see was forest." He surpressed a shudder "...And this weird dog thing storming around the undergrowth. I guess its a good sign, if there are animals here, there should be food, water and shelter, right?"