tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-23:1208891 Just a farmer lookin' out for his family, is all. John Marston 2012-11-01T03:31:43Z tag:dreamwidth.org,2011-12-23:1208891:2768 2012-10-26T20:52:02Z 2012-11-01T03:31:43Z public 12 No place is safe, anymore.<br /><br />That's the one thing John is sure of.<br /><br />The forest is shrouded in an impenetrable mist, and everywhere he looks he swears he can see that...that <i>thing.</i> <br /><br />(His eyes turn trees into eldritch monstrosities, he's got a cough that won't go away, and every time he sleeps he has nightmares that make him wake up screaming.)<br /><br />The Bar is crowded, too crowded - he can feel the walls pressing in on him, forcing him out, back into the forest amidst the tinkle of glass, conversation, and laughter.<br /><br />He walks along a narrow path, the crunch of bark and grass underneath his boots breaking the silence. One hand is on his Colt, and every so often he stops and looks around.<br /><br /><br /><br />He thumbs back the hammer to half-cock with a <i>click.</i><br /><br />Just in case.<br /><br /><img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=bornuntotrouble&ditemid=2768" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/> comments