[ A row of vibrantly green trees dead ahead; an impossibly blue, impossibly large, impossibly full of water ocean at his six. This is perhaps one of the worst conundrums he's ever faced, because despite his many (stupid) talents, running breakneck in two directions at once has never been among them, and he must thus make a choice.
The water wins.
He pulls himself up from where he seems to have fallen unconscious in the sand at some point — must be Tuesday — and barrels right for it like some crazy bastard who's never seen a body of water in his life. ]
Re: THE BEACH
The water wins.
He pulls himself up from where he seems to have fallen unconscious in the sand at some point — must be Tuesday — and barrels right for it like some crazy bastard who's never seen a body of water in his life. ]
Look at all this water!!
[ SOMEONE STOP HIM FROM DROWNING. ]