Escape from Rochester – Camp Nano Day Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen

First Line of Friday:

He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.

Last Line of yesterday:

I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?

Current Word Count:

Words Weekend:


Death Count:
Oh dear bog I’ve lost count. Umm…
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.

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