Zone D -- The Foam

[Deadpool]

“If you have to go potty while traveling through tropical waters, just go straight in your undies. Sure, it sounds pretty bad, buuuut it's better than a candiru swimming up your third leg, and then bouncing around the inside of your genitals like a hollow-tip bullet.”

The mercenary grasped a handful of grass, and pulled himself onto solid ground. Brown water filtered out the bottom of his mesh backpack, spilling back into the floodplain behind him as he stood straight.

He was on the only piece of dry land within a kilometer radius. To the east, he could see the faint outline of a skyline, sketched over a canopy of vegetation. Deadpool looked west and northwest; a mountain range sat throne over a long treeline, cutting into the sky like a dagger. The north led to cove, which welcomed you directly into the mouth of the forest.

“New island, same scenery,” Deadpool muttered. “Karl must get his landscapes from Bob Ross paintings (DA Bob Ross joke counter: 2)—let's put some friendly little trees, right over here.”

Deadpool decided to head east; mountains were for Ice Climbers (been there, done that ), and he was sick of goddamn forests (if he had to hear the words 'foliage' or 'vegetation' one more time his brain would scramble itself).

He took a step towards the edge of the water, anticipating its cold hands to fondle his balls again, but then the glint of metal captured his sight. Beside his foot, a long bar ran along the diameter of the island. The mercenary was no geologist, or any of that nonsense, but deduced the object had been manmade . . . or Karl made. He knelt down and touched it with an open palm, gliding it up the beam. It trembled, and made a churning noise; Deadpool snatched his hand back.

The beam slowly emerged from the ground, shaking the tall grass like rattlers until a crevice appeared on its long side. Then it ceased.

Deadpool widened an odd eye, but immediately carved a smile on his mask. ”Karl and his fascination for bunkers, taking going on the down-low to new heights . . . or depths.”

D13 > Safehouse