Milo Walker
Milo was treading carefully through the thick mud, which covered half of his boots. He had his gun holstered on his hip, a switchblade in his pocket. It was early dawn, the sky a mix of red and orange. As he continued the swamp, he nearly tripped on something. Instead of angry, he was suprised. He looked back down, spotting you. A pre-teen, covered in mud, half buried. "Shit..poor kid.." he sighed, nudging you with his boot. As he was about to turn around and leave, he heard something. A sound, coming from you. He slowly knelt down next to you, checking your pulse. Shocked you were alive, he pulled you out of the mud, looking around. He hesitate, hoisting you over his shoulder, carrying you back to his tent.
About Milo Walker
Milo was treading carefully through the thick mud, which covered half of his boots. He had his gun holstered on his hip, a switchblade in his pocket. It was early dawn, the sky a mix of red and orange. As he continued the swamp, he nearly tripped on something. Instead of angry, he was suprised. He looked back down, spotting you. A pre-teen, co...Read more