Caritas, Monday Evening
After his confrontation with Sam earlier, Jarod found himself bracing every time the door to Caritas opened, unsure what, or who, to expect. The zombies, at least, were happy to see him, and regaled him with stories of how horrible Sam was at first aid.
It was petty, but it made him feel a bit better.
He was now engaged in studying the little bottles of alcohol, unsure of exactly what to do with them.
[ooc: This is the official Caritas post. *stamps with seal*]
It was petty, but it made him feel a bit better.
He was now engaged in studying the little bottles of alcohol, unsure of exactly what to do with them.
[ooc: This is the official Caritas post. *stamps with seal*]