by Will Stanton » Wed Mar 09, 2016 9:00 pm
Will Stanton walked directly from the battle, ignoring the medical teams and skipping out on the infirmary.
In the lighthouse, he wandered around the bottom floor for a minute, before finding the boarded up room he was looking for. With an angry snarl, he smashed through the barriers put up around it, and entered the old, forgotten, dusty office, shifting his way around boxes and debris and collapsing into an old dusty chair behind an old dusty desk.
((open))