No longer able to see any flames from the compound behind them, careful to maintain their course to the waterfall. It felt like they were on a poorly kept gravel road, perhaps on the opposite side of where Trina and Richie set up camp. Xxx “I see. It’ll be cooler tonight though.”
“I hope so, geez,” Richie sighed. Trina opened her mouth. He kept going, stumbling, limping onward. Trina heard no gurgling sounds, the chain was still. “Uh what’s his number again?” Roger asked. She swam around, splashed Dale some, hoping to cool him off too. She felt a few open boxes, filled with ammunition. One final task remained. “Ha, I think I’ll pass,” Richie chuckled. “They RUINED our camping trip.




















