10-01-2020, 10:26 PM
I GUESS THERE'S A LOT OF
[align=center]STUFF WE DON'T KNOW
ABOUT EACHOTHER.
franklin t.p. — the typhoon — coyote pup
Little Frankie had been wandering seemingly at random, and had been walking for a long while. He was nearly exhausted when he stumbled upon Roan and his monument. Collapsing next to the zombie-esc soothsayer, he huffed, eyes looking over the display. "Who're they?" he would ask, cloudy eyes looking up at the medic. Franklin had been unborn when most of the deaths occurred, that or too young to have memories of the people. They were names that sounded almost familiar but, he couldn't place them really.