Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140322040911/@comment-11457306-20140413230417

The survivors huddled in the tiny cave, bickering and arguing about the next course of action. The did manage to start a fire from crates salvaged from the deck of the Seraphim and they fished as Daria recommended. Also at her advice, they kept lanterns lit on the deck to give the crew of the rescue ship something to see in the dark should they pass the wreck at night. Each trip to the deck was fraught with risk, for the plague was spreading on the Seraphim. Some were turned into monsters upon being bitten and some were eaten before they could turn.

Within a couple of days the entire population of the Seraphim had been turned or killed. The monsters began to grow hungry and fed upon each other or tried to reach the refugees in the cave.

Daria knew none of this. She burned with fever and tossed and turned on the floor of the cave. Her already gaunt frame was losing weight fast and she did not have long left if rescue did not come soon. The survivors fought off the creatures and took turns watching over her and trying to get her to drink from their dwindling water supply.

(Your move, Fishy.  We need that boat.)