Swamped Chapter 2 Page 3

Unfortunately, you fail to think of any remotely useful ideas. You knock back and tell Shorty that you have no particular requests, and you’ll just leave it up to him.

He knocks again to acknowledge, and that’s the end of the most meaningful conversation you’ve had in a while. Maybe if you’re lucky, Shorty will get himself caught with a reckless plan and you’ll have someone to talk to.

Seems you sent him away just in time, as a guard comes along with your evening meal. You let loose a good wad of spit right then, getting you a nasty look as she shoves it in your cell and walks off.

You can’t think of much else to do in here, so you just eat your near-tasteless mush and then go to sleep.

Could be worse, you suppose. You could be some poor sap caught out in this stupid swamp in the middle of the night.

You are now a poor sap caught out in this stupid swamp in the middle of the night. Who are you, and what are you doing?

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I’m running for my life away from a creature I don’t recognize

You’re Legs, and you’ve been sent to find out where Shorty and your other squadmate ended up.