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located in U.S.A, a part of Pack Of Orphans, one of the many universes on RPG.

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Character Portrait: Elsie Pratters Character Portrait: Lucky Aberdeen Character Portrait: Riku Tachiban Character Portrait: Max "Maxy" Rodgers Character Portrait: Elizabeth Michelle Ramiro Character Portrait: Korbyn Newman
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A blanket shifted once, stilled, and then shifted again to reveal a young man. His green eyes squinted against the unaccustomed light, sitting up slowly and rubbing the small stubble on his face. Something had roused him from his slumber, though what he did not know, his keen ears listening intently. Was that gunshot? Korbyn sat up straighter and scrambled to his feet, quickly folding his blanket and stuffing it into his pack.

Looking around wildly he exited the abandoned building he had take shelter in, being sure to stamp out his fire and leave no trace other than a pile of coals. His boots marched down a flight of stairs, echoing on the old concrete walls as he descended out of the building and onto the streets. Already the grass was starting to take over, rooting itself in the ground to reclaim what was rightfully nature's. It was a rather odd sight to see no traffic or people around, Korbyn didn't care in the slightest, he like his solitude.

There was more gunshots, making him flinch as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder, turning away from the noise and heading in the direction opposite of the shots fired. He had handled the first riots easily, keeping his head low and nose out of other people's business. But he had gotten left behind when the shuttle took off, taking along many of the citizens with it. The week that followed had been a dark one, those who stayed behind fighting for food and shelter, but now it seemed Korbyn barely saw anybody these days.

It was unwise to go seek out who was firing a gun, he had no weapons and no friends to back him up, it'd be for is better if he stayed far away from those causing trouble. Korbyn heard voices, three...No four voices chorusing questions at one another. Were they the ones with the guns or were they like him and trying to get away? With a sigh Korbyn stopped and looked over his shoulder, eyebrows furrowing as he contemplated going to find out for himself. Rolling his eyes he turned on a heel, rubbed a hand over his short brown hair, and started walking towards the people he had heard.