Escape from Rochester - Camp Nano Day Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen

[aldersprig]

First Line of Friday:

He stepped over the body like a prom queen moving over a puddle.

Last Line of yesterday:

I swallowed. This part I didn’t like talking about. Hell, what fae did?

Current Word Count:
19619

Words Weekend:
4488

Par:
19500

Death Count:
Oh dear bog I've lost count. Umm...
5?
3 otherwise out of action
unknown wounded
Plus several dozen weasels, hamsters, and terriers dead.