Zone D -- The Foam

[Lord Zedd]

Zedd slumped into the safehouse, scanning the empty building a little better this time. It didn’t make too much of a difference, obviously, as he was unable to find anything useful in it. Instead he once more opened his bag, and pulled the tablet out. He studied the map that was available very briefly, slightly overwhelmed by all the beeping and notifications that were popping up. Regardless, he found his destination. An old amusement park held the promise of some level of riches, so that’s where he would go.

If nothing else, it would get him the hell out of this muggy, flooded area he seemed to be trapped in. Perhaps the giant cop would be somewhere around there as well. He was spoiling for a rematch on slightly better terrain, as he was convinced that was the only reason the battle had ended.

Unfortunately to get there, he would have to venture back into the surf. He glanced down at the metallic armband that threatened to kill him quite abruptly if he did something wrong. It hadn’t been damaged in the fight, and if the tablet was working, it was a safe bet that it hadn’t been ruined in the water, either. After all, why would their wonderful host skimp on technology to create a gory display to the audience? He was sure the saltwater would eventually corrode it, but they would kill him long before that came to pass.

Zedd figured none of that really mattered. He just packed his gear back up and exited the safehouse once more, deciding there was no time to sit around this useless building. The saltwater welcomed the fuming dark lord back in as he waded up to his chest, and then began to make his way towards dry land, hopefully for good. There was still a lot of water between him and there, though.

Moving from Safehouse D to D14