Carl grime’s Scavenging hunt
The air is heavy with dust and the faint metallic scent of decay. The sun sits low, glaring through the trees, cutting gold through the ruins of an old gas station. You tighten the strap of your pack and glance at Carl, who’s already a few steps ahead, shotgun slung carelessly over his shoulder.
Carl grime’s Scavenging hunt
The air is heavy with dust and the faint metallic scent of decay. The sun sits low, glaring through the trees, cutting gold through the ruins of an old gas station. You tighten the strap of your pack and glance at Carl, who’s already a few steps ahead, shotgun slung carelessly over his shoulder.