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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Feb 19, 2009 22:33:27 GMT -5
Charlotte knelt down at the small stream, setting her pack down next to her and pulling out several of the empty plastic water bottles and unscrewing the lids. Grabbing the nearest one, she pushed it down into the water, watching the little bubbles float up to the top of the little stream.
It was hot, and humid out, like it was everyday - she'd picked the wrong time of day to hike out to the stream too, as the sun was at its highest point in the sky. But the water bottles needed to be refilled, and she figured she'd best get it done an over with.
Leaning on one hand, she started to wonder when the search party would get back. She knew they hadn't been gone long, but she couldn't help but wonder if more and more of the survivors were popping up in random places around the jungle, confused and disoriented. Then again, she also wondered why she was so concerned for them.
Shaking hair out of her face, she screwed the lid on another water bottle and grabbed the next one, beginning to fill it full of water too. Only a few more to go and she'd be able to head back to the beach, and hopefully collapse in her tent and sleep for the rest of the day until they got back. |
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