Waylon's still not sure if this is better or worse than Mount Massive. Everything being perpetually on fire seems to put it in the worse category. Along with whatever the hell those creatures were in the school.

"I've got a weird feeling you're probably right," he sighs. He moves a little away from the dock, just in order to grab a fallen branch he'd seen on the ground. It's a little unwieldy, so after a few tries he manages to snap it over his knee. Which makes it not just shorter, but pointier.

It's a start.