fandomtownies | The Causeway, Sunday Afternoon

Fred was loading up his truck with everything he owned. He was just about finished when he took one last look at the island. And then he spit at it. He had a better place to get to. He was part of a brotherhood now. A brotherhood that wanted him, just the way he was.

Soon, he'd drive off. But he had a little bit of loading still to do.

[ooc: Fred's last post. In case anyone wants to poke him before he's gone, is very open. Also, Fred's views on the island absolutely do not reflect any OOC views.]