Y'all, the storm is about to
break and flatten this entire village. Obviously, George Cooper doesn't care if his nightmare creations die, but I sure as heck am not planning on going with them.
Let's get out of here. Please, please, let's just
go. Jesper and I grabbed food and knives the other day, and I boiled water in the kitchen last night and put it into some jars. Grab some blankets and stick them in plastic bags, and take any light sources y'all found. We're going to higher ground, where the waves can't flood us in.
I survived a storm like this, once. Y'all can bet your butts I'm surviving this one, too. We all are.
Let's go.
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