buildingaspaceship
Walker Bait
In a moment of rage Emery stood up, tears still streaming down his face and he sniffled every so often, he grabbed a large rucksack and shoves in some of his clothes, and some packs of blood, and he slung the bag over the shoulder and headed towards his bedroom door before he rested his head against it and threw his bag to the floor. He cried against the door and slammed it with his fist, before he stood up and wiped the tears away from his eyes, commanding himself to stop crying.