Kerosene and a Fistful of Matches
11-24-2017, 06:10 PM
The Ripper had only just settled in comfortably in his island, surrounded by the rusting, creaking zombies Man had left behind and now they were moving. He was a bit upset over losing his hunting ground but apparently Amon was king shit now and whatever he said was law. Amon was just an upturned brat if you asked him but he was more than careful about keeping his opinions to himself. He would play along; he had to, otherwise the whole point of leaving Bromos for this godless land would be wasted. If Amon was king shit his family certainly wouldn’t take his open murder and evisceration with the same mirth he did.
As they approached the land where the petulant child that was his brother would make his stand, something in his mind clicked. There was a familiar scent on the border, although where he had first encountered it he couldn’t say. He found that interesting in its own right. Maybe the move wouldn’t be so bad after all. |
