>>5243280A blood-red sun peeks through a veil of towering plumes of smoke as you let the ashy breeze rush through your hair. Sticking your arm out the passenger side window, you let out a relaxed sigh as you smile wistfully at the looted buildings lying dormant along the coastal street–not a bad day for a beach trip, huh, gang?
“It’ll be much nicer after we’ve dealt with the remaining Undead.” Replies Sybil from one of the van’s back seats. “Not that I was ever much of a beach bum, of course…”
“At least we don’t gotta worry about parking passes anymore...” Mitzi shrugs, one hand on the wheel, the other dangling out the window. “Those prices were <span class="mu-i">murder</span>, man.”
“Speakin’ of murder,” Talbot interjects, legs spread wide as he reclines in the seat opposite Syb, “How are we gonna find this <span class="mu-r">SEA BITCH</span> anyways?”
Didn’t he read the damn recap!? You’ve got a landmark from a <span class="mu-g">TREASURE MAP–</span> what more could you need?
“Well a few more would certainly be appreciated…” Sybil sighs as she closes her eyes and adopts a meditative stance. “I can try to guide us when we get closer, but anything after that is beyond me…”
“Beyond <span class="mu-i">lots</span> of folks, actually.” Mitzi adds with a slight chuckle in her voice. “Your landmark’s pretty infamous among <span class="mu-g">CLEARWATER’S</span> diving community, y’know.”
And she’s pretty infamous for telling you shit you already know! Besides, you add, shooting your driver a sideways glare, danger’s a part of the job at this point–no way around it!
“True, just thought I’d mention it again.” Mitz counters with a noncommittal shrug! “Well hopefully the other dorks can scrounge up some clues–that oughta’ make things easier.”
You lean your head further out the window. Did anyone hear anything from either team yet?
“Nope.” Talbot grunts. “Probably takin’ their sweet time at the gift shop or whatever… I say we just track down a <span class="mu-g">BOAT</span> and get out there!”
“That might be easier than you think…” Sybil murmurs, eyes flitting briefly. “I detect quite a bit of life along the coast–well, <span class="mu-i">UN</span>life, to be precise.” She adds, furrowing her pale brow.
“<span class="mu-i">GREAT</span>.” Groans your ex-bodyguard, “How the hell do more boneheads help us, huh?!”
“Well,” Sybil sighs as she watches Lil’ Stanley, the team’s resident wild raccoon and your on-and-off pet, tear into a sack of grape gummies, “If they’re of the ‘<span class="mu-i">buccaneer</span>’ variety then they might have a dinghy in their possession, at least, or know where to find one.”
“Worth a shot…” Mitzi shrugs as she takes the van down a street closer to the water’s edge. “If, y’know, they’re some of the <span class="mu-s">FRIENDLY</span> ones. Any clue where they’re hanging out?”
“Well…” Sybil replies in her '<span class="mu-i">I have an idea</span>' voice...
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