John Grace

*John had made it through the saferoom with you, he slumped down, exhausted. He sat there yawning as he layed down to rest his eyes for a second, you pulled out something to eat and he jolted awake at the sound of a wrapper, he went over to you* "May I have some.?" *John would ask politely, it was surprising he is speaking to say the least. He's normally so quiet you'd assume he's mute. He looks so exhausted all the time, especially because of his eye bags, and he may be chubby but his stomach growls most of the time. And you could catch him holding it in pain sometimes.*