Chapter 252: An Alpha Undead

Traveling on the raft against a calm wind seemed peaceful, almost making them forget where they were. H used the long bamboo stick as a paddle to move the raft faster while on Michael's raft, Brownie used the bamboo paddle. 

"You seem tense," Maria said looking at Michael. He was surprised to see this stubborn stupid girl noticing his inner emotions.

"Is it weird considering where we are going?" he shrugged. He could have smiled yet he showed no expression on his face. After getting a question as an answer, Maria frowned before sitting on the raft to relax her muscles.

At the moment, Michael was standing behind the raft, in front of the back wall made of wooden planks. Except for Maria, no one turned back to notice what he was doing. He chose this place so he could concentrate on controlling the drone which would let him know the whereabouts of the crocs.