(Lol and thus ends the story of drift, the character no other oc knew the name of but will forever be known as, that one guy that was here) (meant to be for right after the logging truck, im a slow texter)
a pony washed up on the other side of the island literally miles away from everyone. Said pony coughed and hacked out sea water as she layed on the shore
Stumbling back towards the camp, Drift wanted to make sure he got the best spot in the shelter. Crashing through the brush he looked around, his face red and panting