INTRO

[zerozerogrump]

[ it's naked day! And a new counselor! Who seems to be... sparkling in the sun ]

Well, that's no good.

[ on closer look, it's because he's made of metal ]

Comments

[runstowardsfire]

*witch in an old feed sack can actually look at the metal man because curiosity wins over embarrassment*

Today is not a good day.

[zerozerogrump]

Doesn't matter.

[runstowardsfire]

Maybe for some . . .

How did you get into Camp?

[zerozerogrump]

I drove here.

[runstowardsfire]

A wagon? Were you passing through Camp?

[zerozerogrump]

Yeah. I was.

[runstowardsfire]

You're stuck now, I'm afraid--this is some kind of prison.

[zerozerogrump]

A prison? For what?

[runstowardsfire]

I don't really know--except that it is very embarrassing and probably illegal.

[zerozerogrump]

Does anyone else know?

[runstowardsfire]

They said that a woman called the Director is in charge. *sniff* She's made a terrible hash of the farm.

[zerozerogrump]

Gotcha.

You okay there?

[runstowardsfire]

Yes, I'm fine except that the zombies smell worse than the farm animals and you never know if you're stepping in cowpats or zombie guts in the morning.

[zerozerogrump]

Besides the smell.

[runstowardsfire]

It's just not right--things are all wrong here.

[zerozerogrump]

Go on.