Kevin inched along the edge of the lake, careful not to fall in. He'd gotten away from the Cornucopia with a pack this time. It had to be better than nothing even if it had cost him a gash along his left shoulder, right? And there was a lake so he figured he could wash it off but, now that he was here, the water smelled strange, almost dead, and he was afraid to touch it. He walked a few feet away from the lake and sank to the ground, opening his pack and trying to figure out what the hell he should do now.