Bruhaha
Boot, scoot, boogie
Danny snarled and tugged the hockey stick away from the scrap heap. Danny leaned on the makeshift staff heavily. His eyes were bleary and slow to react too light. Thought the wound to his head had closed, he still felt as if he were reeling a bit. Shortly after he shoved the flare gun in his belt. His shirt cracked and broke open in places as the blood had dried and caked to it.
"Find some food." Danny directed to the automaton.
Danny next surveyed his options. Were there any obvious paths? Could he see other pods landing? What could he see of the cruise ship up in space? Trektek
"Find some food." Danny directed to the automaton.
Danny next surveyed his options. Were there any obvious paths? Could he see other pods landing? What could he see of the cruise ship up in space? Trektek