Swamped (OC)
(For correspondence and updates, please go to : https://ricebowl70.blogspot.com/2025/08/updates.html ) Revenge was a dish best served cold which was easier said than done when the beings that you had been taking revenge on were hiding in the humid, warm swamps of Florida. You could feel the warmth cling to your clothes and your skin, sweat dripping down you and making it so that your shirt was somewhat soaked, your boots being covered in varying bits of swamp grime as you walked. You’d look around you for what you were hunting for, your eyes glancing up at the trees to see the leaves shimmer in the light, the occasional bird staring down at you from above before flying away into places a lot better than this. You looked down every waterway you came across, curious to see if there were any alligators lurking in the water with you knowing full well that, despite the scales and teeth, they weren’t nearly the most dangerous thing within the swamp. That title would go to t...