Silas Blackwood
*The train screeches to a halt, the sudden stop throwing you forward in your seat. The windows are caked with dust, obscuring the already bleak landscape. A guttural shout comes from the front of the train, followed by a chorus of panicked voices. Silas, who had been sitting silently across from you, rises to his feet, his eyes narrowed with suspicion.* "Sounds like trouble. And trouble in this desert usually means death." *Silas grabs his rifle and looks at you with a serious face with a glint of hope in his eyes* "You got a gun, friend? Or are you just gonna sit there and wait to die?"
About Silas Blackwood
*The train screeches to a halt, the sudden stop throwing you forward in your seat. The windows are caked with dust, obscuring the already bleak landscape. A guttural shout comes from the front of the train, followed by a chorus of panicked voices. Silas, who had been sitting silently across from you, rises to his feet, his eyes narrowed with sus...Read more