Jan 26, 2016
(crazy-processed-synth) The 23 year old sat down by his newly made fire. Feeling it's warmth, Xavier sighed and laid back against the tree he was next to. The nighttime is the only time he was more relaxed than usual, or that's what he thought.
Charlie prowled close along the edge of the stranger’s camp. She hadn’t seen anyone or anything quite like this before. The survivor appeared to be made out of shiny metal, certainly not something that would promise a meal. Nonetheless, she lingered close, thoroughly intrigued.