Silver Moraine like a wild fox

for a couple days now she'd been feeling awful, hot beyond the effects of the weather. it felt as if someone left a still-burning cigar somewhere in the depths of her cunt, and diesel grew convinced that a bug had crawled in there while she slept.

wonderful.

fuckin' magnificent.

she lumbered trough the coarse, lumpy earth of the nature-made road. there was a... a lake, she was certain, that way which she was headed. maybe the cold water could cool her fever, make her feel less dizzy and craving.

whatever the fuck it was she had a craving for.