Post by Shin on Jan 5, 2009 21:13:14 GMT -5
The river flowed along the edge of Claiborne, a dirt town. The few people who lived here, settled in houses similar to what a 10 year old's tree house would look like. Boards were missing and instead of doors there were sheets. The people stood with no shoes and their clothes were almost rags. The land was mixed with mud and blood, from the almost daily beast attacks.
Maxwell, a dark hair, dark eye young boy. Carried his shovel, almost twice his side and followed his father in his work, gravedigging. Hoping that any corpse they found was a better meal than a live human.8
Maxwell, a dark hair, dark eye young boy. Carried his shovel, almost twice his side and followed his father in his work, gravedigging. Hoping that any corpse they found was a better meal than a live human.8