STEAMLANDS UNION TELEGRAMI did what any Steampunk journalist would do: I planted a hat firmly upon my head, had Mr. Daniels pull the Hangover Two out of storage, and made haste for the swamps of New Toulouse.
SERRA ANANSI WINTERFELL
MOSSEVENO TENK NEW BABBAGE
STEELCOBRA CALAMARI STEELTOPIA
TOTALLUNAR ECLIPSE TENSAI HILRA STEELHEAD
DESMOND SHANG CALEDON
PUMPKIN TRIPSA SERAPH CITY
VIOLET ORMENTHAL REMINGTON THURSDAY ARMADA BREAKAWAY
HURRICANE ADOLPHE HITTING NEW TOULOUSE RAIN STARTED EARLY YESTERDAY CONTINUES TO INTENSIFY WINDS @ 80MPH & INCREASING WATER RISING FLOODING EMINENT ZOMBIES AND GATORS ON THE MOVE SEND ASSISTANCE IF ABLE ADVISE HEAVY CAUTION RE: SHIPS & AIRSHIPS
Her Grace did not exaggerate. Flooding was widespread even as the storm still raged. The H2 was buffeted by the winds, making it somewhere between a test of skill and sheer luck to maintain the craft in the air and on course. More troublesome were the numerous bolts of lightning; a direct hit on the ship could create a spark that would ignite the hydrogen in the gas bags, an eventuality for which I had planned by wearing a swimming suit in lieu of bloomers (the top went over my corset; some standards must be maintained, even in the event of an evacuation of the airship) and packing a flask of warming brandy, as One Never Knows.
I saw very few souls; most must have heeded the storm warnings and left town. This gentleman, I surmised, was looking for survivors in need of rescue, despite the rain and wind.
Maneuvering low, I saw two zombies menacing the gentleman in the orange suit. He carried a large shotgun, so I assumed he had everything under control, though I thought it unwise of him to refer to one of the zombies as an "undead whore." This merely inflamed the passions of the pair of them, and they redoubled their efforts to eat his brains.
Always the practical one, Baron Wulfenbach laid a line of sandbags around this house in order to keep as much of the floodwaters out as possible.
Another couple sought refuge on the second floor balcony of their building.
The flooded square.
The couple on the roof of the shack had the foresight to save their horse, and now all three awaited rescue.
A truly terrible storm, and we have yet to see the end of it. One can only hope that the human cost will not be high.