The cargo hold he's left for last, not looking forward to dealing with the smell. His filtration mask doesn't really work for scents, but he supposes if he's survived riding a cow and being in the middle of a whole herd of them, then surely he can handle a lingering eau de cattel.
Donnie creeps towards the cargo hold's entrance...
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Date: 2024-10-28 03:39 am (UTC)Donnie creeps towards the cargo hold's entrance...