Jeremiah Jamison is a Southern Gentleman (jeretleman) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2014-08-02 11:58:00 |
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It was hard to even know for sure how many people were missing at this point - and of those who were missing, how many were still alive to be found. It was a troubling thought, but it was something they had to consider as a group. Not everyone they were searching for was going to make it back to the hotel. Not everyone they were looking for would ever be found. Too many large predators on the island would finish off bodies that didn't reanimate. (He didn't know if the crocs were eating the zombies, nor did he really want to find out). Jeremiah knew the island fairly well by now, was good at navigating his way through the trees and along the river, but he'd never organized an official search party before. It had been a huge relief when others had stepped up for that task, using the maps he and Wyatt had collected before to split the area up into quadrants. Then they split the volunteers into pairs, trying to team the more experienced with the least, not wanting anyone else to find themselves lost in the jungle. Checking his pack to be sure he had everything he might need over the next couple hours, Jere headed toward the young blonde he was paired off with. "We've got near the river's edge," he said by way of greeting. "Some thick jungle, but more bay and village than anything." Shouldn't be too bad for the pair to check through, at least he didn't think. "Have you helped with this sort of thing before?" Nothing but mild curiosity in his tone. |