Mako's Message: Nothing to really say about this chapter, but I wanted to let you know that if you left a review during the period I wasn't posting, I still intend to reply to those. And I'm going to start going back and working through them. It just...didn't feel right to respond when I had no idea when I was going to get something new up.
I'm tired of water. I'm so sick of it. Nothing is dry. And it's fall, so nothing is drying out. Not fast enough. Everything is damp. I'm damp. My clothes are damp. My suit is damp. And everything sucks.
At least there aren't any bugs.
How the fuck do they deal with this in the south during the summer?
It wasn't SO BAD while school was cancled, because at least then I was able to sleep when I needed to and otherwise go out and do whatever I needed to do, but now I have school and homework and other shit. At least the field is still a swamp and cheerleading is lower priority than most of the other sports so we don't get gym time.
I mean, "Oh no, the field is still a swamp and they won't give us gym time so practice is cancled for the forseable future. How horrible."
This is practically a vacation for Dave though. NYBC and his college are both shut down.
Riley is...she seems to switch from chill and relaxed to full on panic every time I see her.
Marcus has it worst. He's basically doing the same thing we're doing, but with way more demand on him and way less appriciation. He's so worn out. The entire police force is working overtime just trying to keep order and help the citicens of the city. It's so dumb how long this is all taking. The city just wasn't prepared for something like this. Marcus looks like he aged ten years.
The only thing that's keeping us all together is Mr. L.
Aside from some relatively minor flooding in the basement their house got through everything unscathed. He's been making sure there's always hot food ready for us, and a place to sleep if we need it. Marcus and I have taken that offer more than I'd like to admit. I mean, we could stay at our house without any problems if we wanted to... But too often we're just so worn out that after eating we just...don't want to.
Somehow it feels more like home than home.
I just want this over with.
