Something kicked her and she strained to open just a single eye. Something had kicked her.
“Are you dead?” Haris said. He lay across from her on the ground under a dense clump of trees. The last thing she expected when she had met the overly joyful and flirtatious guy in Kinza’s living room was to die with him in a swamp in Louisiana. But here she was.
“Unfortunately, no,” she replied. They had walked and rested for two days but had come to the conclusion they were going in circles. The day before they had found a tree with the characteristic burn marks only to find it again this morning. There were far more fishing shacks and abandoned trailer homes out here than she expected. They hadn’t seen a single boat though. Why would people choose to live here? Clearly, they didn’t and only used
