Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-28856385-20171217052659/@comment-28856385-20171221151649

(Alright, we'll start.)

After that second earthquake, Michael ran out of his cabin, just in his pajama pants and his shirt.

"Are we gonna die? Is this how we die? What's going on?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling/sky/thing, panting. He had a bruise on his arm from falling off his bed.