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Saint Anne
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All over the east coast news was spreading about the strange marine epidemic making its way into the shorelines. An algae killing all the sea-life it came in contact with was infecting inlets, bays, even working it's way into rivers and streams. Many beaches had even been closed down due to the algae, for fear it would hurt anyone unlucky enough to come into contact with.
Three people had been reported hospitalized already-- all as a direct result of the killer black fog in the water. Nothing seemed to be able to live for long in the waters. Not only was the algae poisonous, but the specialists all claimed that it depleted the oxygen levels in the water to the point of asphyxiation in marine life. The press had deemed it the Black Tide.
--Weston--
Naomi groaned softly as her eyes fluttered awake, momentarily blinded by the harsh sun beating down on her. A violent storm had struck while she was on patrol, and the swell has managed to pull her off course- despite being one of the strongest swimmers around... All of the bashers were known for their strength. Though with the current dreary living arrangements- given the murky and stagnant water- no one seemed on top of their game. It seemed she was no exception.
She sat up, grimacing baddy, as pain shot up the length of her spine. Her fin had been caught between the jagged rocks of the shore. Beached. Lovely. The only saving grace she saw was that it was nearing the winter season, which meant little chance of any humans stumbling across her.
She swore, holding her sides for a moment. The gills lining her ribs were red and swollen- making breathing difficult even in the open air.
Three people had been reported hospitalized already-- all as a direct result of the killer black fog in the water. Nothing seemed to be able to live for long in the waters. Not only was the algae poisonous, but the specialists all claimed that it depleted the oxygen levels in the water to the point of asphyxiation in marine life. The press had deemed it the Black Tide.
--Weston--
Naomi groaned softly as her eyes fluttered awake, momentarily blinded by the harsh sun beating down on her. A violent storm had struck while she was on patrol, and the swell has managed to pull her off course- despite being one of the strongest swimmers around... All of the bashers were known for their strength. Though with the current dreary living arrangements- given the murky and stagnant water- no one seemed on top of their game. It seemed she was no exception.
She sat up, grimacing baddy, as pain shot up the length of her spine. Her fin had been caught between the jagged rocks of the shore. Beached. Lovely. The only saving grace she saw was that it was nearing the winter season, which meant little chance of any humans stumbling across her.
She swore, holding her sides for a moment. The gills lining her ribs were red and swollen- making breathing difficult even in the open air.
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