Gunning the River

virusarisen:

You have set up camp on the banks of the Mississippi. And by camp, you suppose you mean a rather unsafe blanket surrounded by mining gear and frogs. Lots of frogs. They are your best friends.

Waiting hasn’t been kind to you. Many a Zombie has tried to make you into a meal. You hope she’ll come soon. You’d like to sleep. For once.

And so, you wait.

Two weeks on the dot, and she was anchored offshore from who she had seen. She rafted over after making sure everything was secure, pulling her self up onto the edge and walking over. “Hi! I’m Jade. I suppose I’m taking you with me, yes?”