518 The Flood, Ch. 31
Chapter Thirty-one
"Ow!" I couldn't help but say out loud as the splinter stabbed into my finger. Pausing my paddling, I took a look.
Good news, the wood fragment was pretty big. No tweezers required.
Bad news, it is bleeding kinda badly. I stick my hand in the water to rinse it off-
"What the-"
Something has grabbed hold of my wrist. I yank my hand back toward me, and another hand comes up with it, attached to an arm, and then, a face. A young woman.
"Hi Dale," she says, "Remember me?"
She hangs onto the side of the dinghy as I scramble as far away from her as possible, which isn't far in a nine foot boat.
"Jason was a boy," I say.
"But the mother was the killer," she says, "In the first movie."
"You're not going to kill me," I see she's wearing a bathing suit, it's almost like she was out for a swim when all this happened, and it's no big deal, "are you?"
There is no death in my simulation. The flood is supposed to be near death, but you'll see what happens next. It's a new beginning, not an end. But right now, despite understanding everything, despite knowing that fear isn't real, this chick has me feeling, well, spooked.
"Who are you?" I finally spit it out.
"Follow me and find out," she says, then slips back into the water.
"I was already in there," I said, "I already know everything."
Her head pops out of the water again, "You didn't really believe that, did you? Nothing is easy here, Dale. You made it that way."
"But I made it," somehow, even I don't believe this.
"If you want a connection, you'll have to dive." She's gone again.
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