[woodfeather the patchwork]

(anywhere)

Mia: *grunts puts hands on head and falls to knees*

s: oh my… not agin

[Tartarus]

H: *as soon as I get within arm’s length, the figure turns around, snarling, and lunges at me. It’s human, or was, but now it has long jagged needles of bone protruding from its hands and arms, even it’s teeth seem to have grown longer and sharper from the toxic waste. I’m trapped by the thick mud slowly reaching up my ankles, but I do my best to fight the thing off, slicing alternately with both swords, since I’m not sure which one will work on it.*

[WingedAngel]

Lorna: *looks up to see Mia on her knees but soon goes back to the drawing, watching Mia and S with one eye*

[woodfeather the patchwork]

Mia: hurry….

S: rushes up the stairs then comes back down with a needle and uses it on mia* you okay?

Mia: well have to see

*you otice in the morning light that mia has horns and claws*

[Afro17]

Smiles wandering around and sees a camp with some survivors and starts to think to himself

“Maybe I can have some fun with them for while.”