"Damn, things are going ham on the other side."
"Good thing I had the primates cover up the entrance."
Drake and I were both busy watching the news inside one of the public rooms available to the evacuees. Accompanying us were the humans who had sought refuge, all of whose eyes were glued to the screen as they witnessed the devastation the storm had brought.
"Holy shit…"
"My house…"
"My car…"
"You're lucky your car is fucking cheap… My damn Tesla…"
All around us, the evacuees lamented their lost possessions as they got swept in by the wind and flood. Not to mention the incoming storm surge that was rapidly approaching the devastated city.
As for where the footage is coming from, some of the evacuees who didn't participate in coming inside my Dungeon were bunkered down in an evacuation zone in case of strong storms.
So, after going to the ENT, they suctioned my ear and grabbed something the size of a damn pencil tip out of my earlobe.
And I'm not talking about the lead tip, I'm talking about the wood around the pencil tip, albeit slimmer and longer.
There was also pus inside my ear, so it seems.
I am now once again under prescription, with some antibiotics, and ear drops.
Anyway, enough about my medical problems, since it seems like my ear is now recovering, with the start of the month, and with my workload now decreasing, I might be able to return to daily uploads.
I WANT THAT WIN-WIN DAMMIT!
Anyway, see you next chapter!