User blog comment:The Reptile King/Reptile Kingdom Exploration/@comment-30700719-20170214015646/@comment-30700719-20170214213633

I fabricate a small folding shovel and set to work. I scoop out a hole until it's the size and shape of a shallow grave. I lay down in it, grabbing some palm leaves as a blanket. I try to get some sleep, but my body thinks otherwise. I lay there in the darkness, looking up at the stars. "Damn Gremlins."

I stretch and yawn, pushing away last night's sleep. The lake's rather beautiful, and I get the urge to jump in. Bubbles on the surface indicate that maybe, I shouldn't. I turn around and start walking away from the lake. The jungle becomes dense, and I have difficulty keeping pace. I've been walking for about forty-five minutes when I find a trail. I start walking down it. It appears to be abandoned. As I keep going, the trail leads to a better-maintained path. I shrug my shoulders and keep going.