Logan Graves misses the quiet (graveslogan) wrote in undeadsiegeic, @ 2015-06-04 21:54:00 |
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It was already hotter today than it had been at noon yesterday. Didn't bode well for what kind of summer they were in store for, or for the trek back to the hotel once she was finished out this way. It had seemed like a simple enough plan, come out to the lodge to collect up any gear that was left. Not loot, she didn't expect any loot, but gear. Compasses, path markers, stupid things that the looting parties likely would have ignore but might be useful to her now. In this heat they couldn't afford for groups to be getting themselves hopelessly lost in the jungle. Drought was just around the corner, it meant parts of the river would dry up and the wildlife would get less cautious. Logan wiped sweat from the back of her neck and grumbled under her breath. Now would have been a good time for a sudden rain storm, instead her shirt stuck to the middle of her back annoyingly. There was a group of the walkers just past the lodge up ahead, in the treeline so she couldn't get an accurate head count. A few more scattered closer still, but they hadn't noticed her yet, so she kept forward on her path. Nearly hissing when what sounded like a branch snapped just toward her left because now, now they definitely noticed her. Noticed and were already moving to block the path to the only spot anywhere near here that would offer any kind of hiding spot to wait them out. |