>>5307214Pulling your neck gaiter over your face, which had miraculously stayed fastened to your person, you waste no time in clambering on the boat. You receive a few stares for the state you’re in from the few passengers that are on deck– a few, young mutant stragglers– but otherwise no one says a word.
It’s not like you really care if you’re being honest, at least not at the moment, and, without really thinking, you let yourself slump down onto the deck with an ungraceful <span class="mu-i">thud,</span> until you’ve slid back far enough to see the night sky above.
Absently, you take note of the faint pinpricks of constellations that bob along with the boat– which are barely any, even for as far as you are from the shoreline.
The more prominent thought on your mind, however, is a huge, resounding <span class="mu-i">shit…</span> Because you really cut it close back there with John, but what’s done is done.
Next time… Well, you’re not quite ready to think about that yet– the night is not quite over yet.
You should probably join the others since, you know, this whole operation was your idea from the start.
>In any case, what to do now?>Let the others know you’re back– you’ve been gone from the boat way longer than you should’ve been.>Make yourself decent, dammit! You’re the city’s hero– present yourself as such!>Someone’s bound to come to you– if not, just stay comfy until the boat ride’s over.>Write-in>(2/2) 