Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-30899929-20161210045815

"One cannot run from this living hell."

-Unknown, 1346

1346

"Mother! Let me get that." Lisa mentioned, a warm expression plastered on her face. She held her brown dress up, jumping over the soft mud on the earth's surface. Her eyes twinkled as she reached for wooden sticks, abruptly turning around to tell her mother of her accomplishment.

"M-Mother?" Lisa asked, her tone edged with a frightened tinge. Her mother wasn't anywhere in sight. Just a few seconds ago, she had seen her seated right there...

On that seat...

That seat that was covered in blood.

"AHH!"

1786 (OUR CURRENT TIME)

The Diary Of Naomi Green~

Dear Reader.

''You must be reading this past my time. It is 1544, everything seems fine for now. We are running. Still, every corner we turn is filled with dangers of any kind. Perhaps we were lucky, because we haven't had a wound or disease in quite a long time?''

Does it matter?

NEXT DAY

''I wrote too soon. We are currently being attacked.''

Remember this, as I cannot make it out alive:

PLEASE, --- (writing finishes, the death of Naomi takes place)

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Maya Fren/17/Female/XxForestsxX

Liam Gran/19/Male/XxForestsxX

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