Second Chances Rpg

Clutching a clipboard to her chest, Gert had managed to put flyers up half of the common room areas. Each one contained a list of important phone numbers for new arrivals, information about what was in the neighborhood and an invitation to a house meeting.

//Freedom... the smell of carbon based fuel, human food and small mammals// The Deinonychus stood perfectly still in the deep brush
of the Ramble and chirped contentedly to herself.

Gert dropped the clipboard and sank down on a thick leather sofa murmuring, "oh no, oh no. oh no....."