Yesterday, after getting myself to what was supposed to be a safer area than I came from, I am beginning to wonder. Landing yesterday at Arklay, much of the island is flooded. From what little information I have gathered so far, I heard that heavy rains hit the island last week, and although the rains have subsided, the water shows little sign of going down. I managed to slog my way through waist high waters into town to investigate. Walking towards town, the constant caws of the crows giving me an eerie feeling, I heard a rumbling inside a red dumpster. I tried to walk away as quickly and quietly as I could, not knowing who or what was making that noise. I stepped on a twig, snapping it and then heard a loud voice, coming from the dumpster, “Unless you want me to shoot you some new breathing holes, stop where you are, ” as the woman, dressed in black, hopped out of the dumpster, pointing her gun at me. “Who are you and where did you come from?” she said, eyeing me warily. “My name is Lily, ” I replied, “And you all have a hell of a way of welcoming people. I came from Portland. Just got here this morning before the buttcrack of dawn. And who are you?” “My name is Groovy, and I work at a diner in town,” she replied. “Sorry for my reaction, but have had some run ins with some real scum … Continue reading Creepers, Crows, and Scuba Gear