Day 012 ➜ Day 013 Starting Square: III.F.20 Ending Square: III.W.21 Duration: 30 hours General Search Results:
glass jar
seventeen rosehips
decorative seashell
ruined N95 mask
cloth scrap
glove
transceiver skin - lime green with a pair of white racing stripes
raincoat
small red crab
sharp piece of metal
broken cane
punctured tin of sardines
bottlecap
weird animal - lizard-like with a mane of rainbow feathers, basking on a rock by the shore
a crossbow bolt - exactly matches one of the ones Lalo was shot with, and even has some red blood still staining it
two cans of tuna
indicator LED
eight pods of beach peas
sample bottle, empty
beach carry case
coffee cup lid
Rust lurks near the trap for extended observation, but several hours in, nothing happens. He doesn't spot any tracks around or near the trap - none that he can't immediately identify as belonging to him or Lalo. The trees and bushes around the river aren't anything unusual or spectacular (think your average tropical riverside brush that thrives in sandy soil), and their branches are unblemished from recent, large disturbances.
During the night, Lalo and Rust will be frequently disturbed by loud noises in the surrounding forest, sometimes sounding like breaking branches, sometimes like startled birds taking flight, pretty much every hour. They never catch sight of the culprit(s), and they stop a few hours before daybreak.
Their path along the eastern coastline (following Rust's little cairns, undisturbed) takes them to a familiar landmark: The half-buried plane cockpit in square III.W.21. It's exactly as he remembers it, too. He spots a couple of large, skua-adjacent birds perched on top of the plane that have feathers matching the pile found a couple of days ago. They seem to prefer hovering above the waves and diving for small fish, only coming inland near nightfall.
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Starting Square: III.F.20
Ending Square: III.W.21
Duration: 30 hours
General Search Results:
Rust lurks near the trap for extended observation, but several hours in, nothing happens. He doesn't spot any tracks around or near the trap - none that he can't immediately identify as belonging to him or Lalo. The trees and bushes around the river aren't anything unusual or spectacular (think your average tropical riverside brush that thrives in sandy soil), and their branches are unblemished from recent, large disturbances.
During the night, Lalo and Rust will be frequently disturbed by loud noises in the surrounding forest, sometimes sounding like breaking branches, sometimes like startled birds taking flight, pretty much every hour. They never catch sight of the culprit(s), and they stop a few hours before daybreak.
Their path along the eastern coastline (following Rust's little cairns, undisturbed) takes them to a familiar landmark: The half-buried plane cockpit in square III.W.21. It's exactly as he remembers it, too. He spots a couple of large, skua-adjacent birds perched on top of the plane that have feathers matching the pile found a couple of days ago. They seem to prefer hovering above the waves and diving for small fish, only coming inland near nightfall.