[Center][Color=paleturquoise][h2]Early Winter In the Jungle[/h2][/color]
[@Sho Minazuki][/center]

Henry cursed vigorously as he pushed his way through the jungle, searching for his next target. He was looking for the Seal somewhere in this jungle, however it was proving itself to be quite difficult to navigate through this leafy hell. He had already been attacked by several birds, as evidenced by the frozen toucan he had perched on his shoulder, and it seemed like even the trees were out to get him as a branch that was previously unmoving had suddenly snapped and nearly fell on him. The thick brush was also annoying as he froze it whenever it got to be too unmanageable and then cut it in half. It probably wasn't a good idea to leave such an obvious trail behind him.

[Color=paleturquoise]"This jungle fucking sucks."[/color] He muttered to himself as he froze some more brush and sliced a path for himself open. [Color=paleturquoise]"Isn't that right Sam? You hated this jungle too, that's why you came to me to commit suicide."[/color] He made some fake baby talk at the dead toucan and pet it lightly. How the hell had his life come to this? He was petting a dead frozen bird in the middle of the jungle while trying to prevent the apocalypse. He should've listened to that one prostitute and gone to college.