At the edge of the swamp, Monday morning

[walter_n_wires]

Walter had his rubbers, he had a backpack with a packed lunch that should manage to feed both himself and Nadia, and he had a book on plants and animals of Louisiana that he'd managed to get his hands on over the weekend.

At the very least it would give them elimination comparisons while they hunted for a triffid.

Whatever that was.

Now all he needed was Nadia.