
Where oh where did my little Bug go.... (RoG post apocalyptic roleplay)
The longer I worked in the ships cargo hold, the warmer it got... maybe it was time to take a break, get some fresh air and sunshine and maybe have a bite to eat. I set aside the crate I was rifling though and headed out over the plank boards that connected the ship to the dock. Taking a deep breath I could faintly smell the putrid stench of death that waifted in from the city to the docks - than…
