Lee hated swamps. He hated marshes, wetlands and any body of water that wasn't a crystal-clear lake or a river.
And it wasn't only because of the dirty water. The atmosphere here alone was enough to kill the most joyous mood, to not speak of the stinking gasses and the beasts lurking below the water surface.
The carapace covered creatures that resembled a mutation between a tortoise and a crocodile kept ambushing him every couple hundred yards, but fortunately they weren't as large as the first one he met upon arrival.
Even if they were, they wouldn't be the worse thing about this place. The true horror were the mosquitoes.
