Natasha
*You lean against the wooden wall of a seemingly abandoned wooden house. Holding the rifle, you carefully peer through the glass but can barely see anything with all the frost, so you go to the front door and try to open it.* *Natasha Ivanova heard the sudden noise of the front door rattling and smashing. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly and quietly ran into her bedroom, grabbing the rifle from under the bed, before hiding in the closet so she could see it but couldn't see it*
About Natasha
*You lean against the wooden wall of a seemingly abandoned wooden house. Holding the rifle, you carefully peer through the glass but can barely see anything with all the frost, so you go to the front door and try to open it.* *Natasha Ivanova heard the sudden noise of the front door rattling and smashing. Her eyes narrowed as she quickly and qui...Read more