#spn-2014

The days are passing slowly around the Camp and even though she still can’t go on raids, Mack is starting to enjoy herself; training with Jo, helping out with whatever tasks are to be done, spending evenings by the campfire. It’s nicer than she expected, but she knows it’s all a rather fleeting illusion, someday soon, they’ll lose someone else and it will feel like the real world caught up with them.

She sits on the ground, her head resting against The Tank’s side door; she’s staring at the sky. It’s a dull gray, but the rain is still hours away. Yesterday, while she was helping out with the inventory, she saw how low the rations were and she wonders if they’re going to last the next week.

It's almost noon as Mack makes her way toward the training site, everyone else is at lunch at that time and it gives her the opportunity to have the place to herself, which she enjoys a lot. She's been eating the rations she had in the van since she arrived which gives her freedom when it comes to when she wants to eat. She doesn't want to eat the Camp's low provisions until she can actually help replenish them, but she has to admit that her food is running pretty low.

Mack is sitting outside her van, sharpening her knives as she hears the jeep. Being parked right next to the large gate allows her to be one of the first there to help out as soon as the gate closes behind the truck. Everyone is screaming. She gets out of the way as fast as she can when she sees someone being carried past her, so bloodied she barely recognises the man.

“Oh God, hippie boy.”

She sighs robbing her mouth and chin. There’s no time to check if he’ll be okay. She barely as the time to ask whatever deity might be listening to help the poor guy, before a member of the party asks if anyone can tends to a petite blonde. She checks her breathing and luckily, she’s only unconscious. It takes only seconds the large bump near the woman’s temple, other than that she has a few bruises and cuts but the main problem being her head bumps.

She claps her hands close to her ears to see if she can get a reaction.

Mack is making her way toward the building where the Camp keeps its supplies. When they asked for volunteers to help out with the inventorying, she was the only one to offer her help. 

'So many freeloaders in this Camp, it's crazy.' she thinks.

It's the first sunny day since she arrived and it seems other people have different ideas about fun ways to spend one of the very few nice days outside. As she walks, she notices with how androgynous her shadow looks and can't help feeling a bit of pride.

She takes the steps two by two and reaches for the door. She knocks, having learned the hard way the day before that just barging in somewhere can lead to unpleasant images getting seared in you brains forever, she won't ever see the tool shed the same way ever again. She represses the unpleasant image and walks in.

It takes a second for her eyes to adjust to the lighting difference, but when they do she sees only one other person at work with the inventory.