06-18-2017, 10:36 PM
Odin’s feet sunk into the soft earth, and it made his leg hurt so much worse. Each time he pulled it up out of the sucking mud, he groaned. It was only a few more feet until he reached a little hill that should be dry. When he finally climbed to the top, he collapsed down and took a break. It had been hours since he left the safehouse, and he had seen no signs of anyone. He scanned the swamp, looking for trouble that might be headed his way.
From what he could tell, the area probably flooded during high tide. If he got caught in the water, it would mean agony and possibly infection. Of course, if you could create a raft, things would be a lot easier. There were patches of trees, but he didn’t have an axe. No, he didn’t realistically have time for that. He had to make it to his destination, find the drop, and get out before high tide came in.
Odin pushed himself to his feet with his spear and began to hobble on. He tried to stick to the higher, drier areas, but there were only so many options. The splint he got from the safehouses was holding up a lot better than his makeshift one, at least. He wasn’t chaffing, nothing was digging into his leg, and it helped prevent his foot from getting sucked too far down into the mud. Thank the Fates for small miracles.
When he was finally forced to descend into the next low area. It felt wetter than before. He just grit his teeth and trundled forward as fast as he could. He didn’t really have the option to bail out now. He had to get that drop and make something of it or just give up. There wasn’t going to be another chance like this.
From what he could tell, the area probably flooded during high tide. If he got caught in the water, it would mean agony and possibly infection. Of course, if you could create a raft, things would be a lot easier. There were patches of trees, but he didn’t have an axe. No, he didn’t realistically have time for that. He had to make it to his destination, find the drop, and get out before high tide came in.
Odin pushed himself to his feet with his spear and began to hobble on. He tried to stick to the higher, drier areas, but there were only so many options. The splint he got from the safehouses was holding up a lot better than his makeshift one, at least. He wasn’t chaffing, nothing was digging into his leg, and it helped prevent his foot from getting sucked too far down into the mud. Thank the Fates for small miracles.
When he was finally forced to descend into the next low area. It felt wetter than before. He just grit his teeth and trundled forward as fast as he could. He didn’t really have the option to bail out now. He had to get that drop and make something of it or just give up. There wasn’t going to be another chance like this.
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