Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224118/@comment-1734134-20170207013951

It's not long before you arrive on the outskirts of the sewage pipe, Brerier calling his men to a stop as he draws a set of heavy binoculars, crouching behind a wall of dirt as he signals you to slow down. The steel door has been hacked to pieces, molten chunks of metal pooling around the burnt out frame. It looks like something must have cut it's way out, and quite furiously, as blood stains and goblets of red flesh lay scattered in the pink sand around it.