Extend the Story - Add a Room

You keep your head calm and step back to assess the situation. You've always been calm; it's one of those things that had the masses of believers flocking to you back in the days when you were free. Back when the non-believers referred to you as Dr. Mutation.

You are about to suggest that you make camp where you are when she lunges forward and strikes downward with her blade. It lands with a sickening crunch and splash in the swamp water beside you, and you look down to see a split skull of a massive alligator which had apparently been sneaking up behind you.

The damn thing moved silently in the water and could have had your life if it weren't for Coryn. You breathe a sigh of relief and look upon the woman with a new respect.

"Let's find a dry piece of ground and make a fire," you suggest, "Tonight we feast on crocodile."

As you search for dry land, dragging the crocodile corpse behind you, the automated contest update proclaims three more dead. At long last you find a tangle of roots that forms into a solid and even piece of weathered ground. The sun is setting above you.

You must eat and sleep soon. And you busy yourself to gathering wood.

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