#campout.

Swallowing her pride was something Fawna had never been good at. She should’ve asked for help, knowing full well she had no idea how to do anything like this. She’d always opted out of these events whenever possible. It probably went without saying that the middle of the wilderness wasn’t exactly Fawna’s usual scene; she’d rather sleep in a queen sized bed in a cabin when she took vacations, not giving up luxury for a little bit of fun --- if you considered roasting marshmallows and sleeping on the dirt ‘fun’, anyway. She should’ve asked for help, but here she was, frustrated and cussing under her breath as she desperately tried to get the poles to stick in the ground. 

First Zeki, then George. At this point Brooklyn really shouldn’t be jumping when she crossed paths with the living dead, but there was something about seeing faces that belonged to men dead longer than her son had existed that she just couldn’t get used to. And of course, out of all of the men, David had yet to be one of them. Seeing Mx, she stopped in her tracks, tent stake in hand. (If she’d showed up, she may as well join in; maybe a certain someone would have the same thought.) “You too, huh?” She half laughed, though she wasn’t entirely amused at the situation. If this was nothing but a cruel joke, just to make her lose the love of her life all over again before they’d officially met, she would burn this town to the ground herself. “It’s like a goddamn walking cemetery around here.”

Brooklyn had not left her house in nearly two weeks; every morning at six on the dot, she went to Mathis’ room to get him ready for school, only to find boxes in place of his toys --- in 2014, she’d just moved out of her parents’ and in to her own place. In 2014, she wasn’t a mother. She could see the date on her not-yet-upgraded phone screen, scrolled through her Twitter feed to confirm everyone else was communicating as if it was still seven years ago, but she reached out to no one. She remained inside, peeking through the blinds and trying to make sense of what was happening, to see if her hallucination would end soon. If it was 2014, she had not yet lost the man she loved.