(6) An Unwelcoming Committee...
Meanwhile...
"Ugh." Rachel found her head buried faced down in a pile of snow. She righted herself up, still disoriented from the time jump. She shook and patted the ice out of her naturally blond hair. Blinking a few times, she found that she was in some sort of snowdrift. She immediately looked around for her comrades.
"D.K!" she called. "Lara! Michael! Where are you guys?"
"Here." D.K. and Lara were trudging up behind her, brushing off snow from their bodies.
"Where's Michael?" D.K. asked. Rachel shrugged. Then she let out a quick shriek and immediately jumped up. She had felt something moving directly underneath her butt.
"What the..." Rachel peered closer and saw that she was sitting on Michael's face. Michael let out a moan of anguish.
"Pain...crushing...warm...soft..." he babbled in delirium.
"Sorry Michael! I didn't see you there!" Rachel and the others dug him out of the ice and propped him up.
Michael shook his head clearing out any cobwebs left in his head. "I thought you were on a diet," he mumbled.
Rachel looked at him for a split-second before smacking the back of his head. "I am, you jerk."
"So this is Blizzard Lake." D.K. said. "I've only heard of it, but never actually seen it."
"You mean, Winter Lake." Rachel replied. "It doesn't become Blizzard Lake until..." She looked around with a puzzled expression. "Actually, nobody knows exactly when this place becomes Blizzard Lake."
"Man, look at this place." Michael said, rubbing the back of his head. "It looks completely different than from the last time we were here." He grinned. "It's also a whole lot warmer."
"You call this warm?" Lara said through chattering teeth.
"Hey, it could be worse." Michael said. "At least we don't have to worry about being attacked."
Of course, the moment he said that, a spear thunked right between his legs. The party looked up and saw a native tribe charging at them, weapons flailing, shouting in their native tongue.
Rachel started to whip out her weapons when D.K. shouted "No! We don't know what it'll do to our time line!"
"Then what do you suggest?!" It didn't take them two seconds to figure out the answer to that.
"Run!" The party ran in the opposite direction.
Rachel glared at Michael. "You had to freakin' say it. 'It could be worse.' Why didn't you just keep your mouth shut?"
"Ugh." Rachel found her head buried faced down in a pile of snow. She righted herself up, still disoriented from the time jump. She shook and patted the ice out of her naturally blond hair. Blinking a few times, she found that she was in some sort of snowdrift. She immediately looked around for her comrades.
"D.K!" she called. "Lara! Michael! Where are you guys?"
"Here." D.K. and Lara were trudging up behind her, brushing off snow from their bodies.
"Where's Michael?" D.K. asked. Rachel shrugged. Then she let out a quick shriek and immediately jumped up. She had felt something moving directly underneath her butt.
"What the..." Rachel peered closer and saw that she was sitting on Michael's face. Michael let out a moan of anguish.
"Pain...crushing...warm...soft..." he babbled in delirium.
"Sorry Michael! I didn't see you there!" Rachel and the others dug him out of the ice and propped him up.
Michael shook his head clearing out any cobwebs left in his head. "I thought you were on a diet," he mumbled.
Rachel looked at him for a split-second before smacking the back of his head. "I am, you jerk."
"So this is Blizzard Lake." D.K. said. "I've only heard of it, but never actually seen it."
"You mean, Winter Lake." Rachel replied. "It doesn't become Blizzard Lake until..." She looked around with a puzzled expression. "Actually, nobody knows exactly when this place becomes Blizzard Lake."
"Man, look at this place." Michael said, rubbing the back of his head. "It looks completely different than from the last time we were here." He grinned. "It's also a whole lot warmer."
"You call this warm?" Lara said through chattering teeth.
"Hey, it could be worse." Michael said. "At least we don't have to worry about being attacked."
Of course, the moment he said that, a spear thunked right between his legs. The party looked up and saw a native tribe charging at them, weapons flailing, shouting in their native tongue.
Rachel started to whip out her weapons when D.K. shouted "No! We don't know what it'll do to our time line!"
"Then what do you suggest?!" It didn't take them two seconds to figure out the answer to that.
"Run!" The party ran in the opposite direction.
Rachel glared at Michael. "You had to freakin' say it. 'It could be worse.' Why didn't you just keep your mouth shut?"
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