((George Leidman continued from Lonely American Nights )) George wasn't sure how long it'd been since he'd run this quickly, and for this distance. He'd been at Dustins burial place, depositing Tims bag, when he heard the announcement. He'd hesitated for half a second, before running as fast as he c...

((Oh god I'm slow. No excuses really, sorry)) George had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea what he was going to do, or what was happening. At the moment, there was only one thing on his mind, and that was getting the hell out of the swamp. Would he have to kill Celeste and the other guy to d...

There was, in George's mind, a brief moment of calm as Tim fell to the ground. A sort of calmness, as if he was the only person there. Everything was silent. And then everything flooded back again. Celeste was screaming, screaming at him? Why? Tim had been holding a gun, he could have shot her any t...

((Same deal with Zombie. Sorry Greg.)) George still couldn't clearly see anyone. He still didn't know the first boy's name. These two points were enough to make George wary of introducing himself. So he just waited, crouching in the murky water, paranoid and alert. The first boy hasn't said anything...

((As of this , I am now the handler of George Leidman, who continues from There's Always Room in the Swamp! )) How long had it been since he had left Dustin's body? George wasn't sure. All sense of time had long since gone. All George knew was that it was now almost night. The dark sky kinda gave th...