[Dinoplot - Day 2]

[wildlyconflictd]

Without a doubt, the last 24 hours have been the most miserable of Pepper's life. To think, she'd believed that time she had been trapped in an elevator with Tony, a Vegas showgirl and a chihuahua had been bad. Right now, she'd give anything to be back in that metal box with Amber and Mr. Winky

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[sluttylyingliar]

So, Rachel hasn't dropped this kid yet, which is good. It's also impressive because she's beyond wet and she's cold and her favorite costume is completely ruined. Also, and she hates to admit it, Cooper and this Pepper chick are way more useful than she is. Not that she's surprised. Rachel's a survivor, but surviving and actually getting home are two different things.

She's pretty sure they're getting somewhere, but that somewhere is looking just as shitty and full of monsters. She hikes the kid up again as he slips down and keeps trudging.

[onceaqueen]

Climbing a tree in the rain to escape a monster had been something like an Adventure, but small boys who have not even had breakfast do not have the patience for much Adventuring, especially when that adventuring is in the rain. He had long ago tired of playing with the see-quins, and had even taken a nap, something he normally hated to do. All that was left was to hold on tightly to Wolf and Blanket--by now quite soggy--and to whoever was taking a turn at carrying him.

[iparkedmycar]

This whole situation is completely and utterly fucked. Trudging through the jungle in sodden sneakers, pretty sure he's about to get his ass eaten, too scared and too cold to even come on to anyone and desperately trying to be useful.

"Here," he says, pausing long enough to turn to Rachel. "I can take him again."

[wildlyconflictd]

They should have already reached something-The beach, the settlement, the end of the damned island-long ago, but Pepper has repeated the fact that the island is only ten miles wide enough times that she's starting to annoy herself. Maybe they're not on the island at all.

The good news is they haven't seen a dinosaur since last night. Trying to cling to some optimism, Pepper hopes that means they're headed in the right direction, but there's still no telling. What she knows for certain right now is that they can't continue on this way for much longer.

"We need to find some food," she advises, a drowned rat in dirty, ripped businesswear. "Berries or coconut or anything." Even if they could hunt, there would be no method for cooking any of it, so they'll have to make do with what they can find.