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It had been a bit of a roundabout trip out of Junon for Zack and Ino, yes. They'd managed to thumb a drive as far as Fort Condor, and the walk to the cave from there hadn't been terrible. Actually, Zack had been pleasantly surprised to see that at least that much hadn't changed. Caves were going to be caves no matter what year he was wandering around in.
Really, it was a shame that he couldn't say the same for apparently every human settlement ever.
Past the cave, it was the swamp, which they managed to slog through with surprisingly little difficulty.
Zack dusted his hands off on his shirt as they continued their way through the bog, leaving a giant, cobra-like carcass behind them.
"Man," he mumbled, looking at the piddly 400 Gil that he'd picked off the corpse, "they really just don't make monsters the same way that they used to."
[For That Girl and phone calls!]
Really, it was a shame that he couldn't say the same for apparently every human settlement ever.
Past the cave, it was the swamp, which they managed to slog through with surprisingly little difficulty.
Zack dusted his hands off on his shirt as they continued their way through the bog, leaving a giant, cobra-like carcass behind them.
"Man," he mumbled, looking at the piddly 400 Gil that he'd picked off the corpse, "they really just don't make monsters the same way that they used to."
[For That Girl and phone calls!]
