Her lungs burned and her calves were cramping but still she pushed on. Leaping from one gnarled mass of cypress roots to another over the murky black water, Amberelle made her way deeper into the swamp. Reaching a large open expanse she paused, breathing in deep gulps of the warm night air. Leaning back against the tree she stood on, the blonde wiped the sweat from her brow while she slowed her panting. Part of her knew she shouldn't be feeling the effects of her exercise so acutely after just an hour but then again she hadn't fed properly in days so her body was weakened. As if on cue her stomach growled loudly.
"I should have eaten some of
June 6, 1997 Honey Island Swamp just outside Slidell, approximately 70 miles from New Orleans, LA - USA
It was just past 9pm and the cobalt BMW motorbike flew down Interstate 10 weaving through traffic like it was standing still. Amberelle had the speedometer pegged, the engine roaring at full throttle. Blonde hair streamed out behind her, spilling out from under the electric blue helmet she wore. Most of the people she passed thought she was insane, wearing nothing more than khaki shorts and a black bikini top while driving so recklessly. But to her what did it matter if she wrecked? Unlike those around her she wasn't going to care a