#fortunaevent

Still, he attended the bonfire. Keeping mostly to himself, of course. After helping the other cooks prepare all day, he was let go to enjoy himself. Or at least try to enjoy himself. The odds of that actually happening were low. Either way, he was happy to not be on duty for the night. He had positioned himself just a bit back from the large pyre, sitting in the grass, his back against the wall of one of the many structures in the outpost. He watched the flames dance against the night sky, turning to sparks that mingle with the stars. Somewhere nearby, the sound of someone with a guitar, playing actually well, filled his ears. It was surprisingly peaceful, really.

With a sigh, Kieren felt himself smile just a little. “Okay, so maybe this isn’t the worst.” He said to himself, inadvertently catching the attention of someone nearby. “Come on, you can’t tell me this isn’t just a little macabre.”

she'd stop her work on a new casualty of madness to count how long it was for a new round of gunfire to ring out as if she was trying to tell how far a storm was. there was dirt on her knees from falling in the initial panic and crimson on her shirt from her help. she tried to settle her nerves to will her hands to stop shaking but it was easier said then done. this wasn't the best first impression for fortuna or community living.

Mack was no stranger to parties, the previous group she had been with had never been worried about making sound. They had enough muscle amongst them to keep the dead at bay, and even more so welcomed a good bout of killing. But that thing. That was something Mack had never witnessed before. There were always tales of course that spread amongst the living, but none that Mack ever cared to believe. 

‘‘Mother fucker!’‘ Mack shouted, taking down the runner in mid run. The two tumbled to the floor with Mack driving an arrow up through its mouth into the brain. She heard the clatter of her bow being knocked away from her and her head shot up, eyes widening at the stalker almost on top of her. A shot rang out, passing straight through the stalker and through the window of a car behind her. Glass shattered and Mack leaped to her feet, gaze meeting her saviour.

Her lips quirked up into a smug grin as thanks and she snatched her bow from the ground, turning and running off in the opposite directed, shooting off arrows at the behemoth of an infected. No goddamn damage was being caused, frustration welling up in everyone trying to keep the dead at bay.