Dated: March 2nd, Friday Morning. Locationally-locked.
*The evening is pretty quiet. Nothing much is moving...except for the zombies that are moaning. Especially one particularly-helpless undead. This poor thing is bound, hand and foot, to a alter that most campers leave alone.*
*Except the one girl. She's overlooking his not!corpse, then referring back to a manual. We should probably find out what she's doing....*
*...and how badly it bodes for the remainder of the denizens of Camp Fuck U Die.*
*Except the one girl. She's overlooking his not!corpse, then referring back to a manual. We should probably find out what she's doing....*
*...and how badly it bodes for the remainder of the denizens of Camp Fuck U Die.*