Finding a flowing waterway he could navigate east hadn’t been an issue. The streets that weren’t filled with debris were mostly flooded and most of the water was running south and east, back towards the bay. But there was hardly a clear place to walk through the ruins. The old clear paths of streets and sidewalks were gone, replaced by mud and junk. Buildings had collapsed, creating artificial barriers. So when he actually found flowing water, he pumped up the rubber boat the priest and provided and set out, east, and towards the witch’s home. To the witch’s home, he thought, perplexed. His world had changed so much in the span of a day. Last week he was a mercenary for hire. Though he wasn’t proud of everything he’d done in that occupation, he always considered himself on the side of the good guys. Sure, good guys made bad calls, but they were good guys. This week he was still that, but in the employ of a man who might be over six hundred years old and had a hard on for werewolves that actually existed.
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