~Jennie’s~

“I’m not dying in a rainforest, Reo. If a jaguar eats me, just lie and say I was dignified.”

That’s what I mutter while I tie my “raincoat” tighter—okay, it’s a ripped poncho and an oversized shirt with buttons that don’t close over my stomach anymore, but still. Dignity. Barely.

The storm hasn’t stopped since last night. Thunder still hums like background music and the sky’s a grey soup. But we’ve got no clean water left. And the firewood’s soaked. Which means—great—Reo and I have to do “bonding” activities like hauling logs and filling pots with filtered rainwater. Or as I like to call it: survival cosplay with a...