Marooned

Shannon began to think of everything she needed to do. First thing was first, this pond didn't look healthy at all. Hand over hand she began to swim ashore. Bergman would feel her full wrath once she got off this rock. Steaming with fury, shannon swam, making her way to the muddy banks. As she began to stand the mud and muck of the pond made it extremely difficult to get out. As her bare feet began to sink into the muck, she became alarmed.

"Great, I'm sinking into this bog."

Lowering her Center of gravity, reluctantly shannon allowed herself to fall face first into the muck. Now with her arms also sinking, she slowly and carefully crawled about five meters out and stood onto the dusty dry shore. Taking stock of her surroundings took a back seat to her appearance, her entire front was covered in the muck from the pond.

Infront of her, a vast expanse of dusty plains. To her right, the dust and plains gave way to native floral ravines and hills.