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It was her third day in the camp.
She'd woke up, still half-expecting to be back in her motel room with Dawn, riding the coat-tails of a particularly crazy dream in which she was stuck in some strange camp with a vampire-who-didn't-eat-people for company. Except it wasn't a dream. Pulling herself into a sitting position, Buffy looked around the crappy cabin she'd been dropped in and shook her head. "Definitely not a dream." Her duffel bag still sat at the foot of the bed, just where she'd left it last night after she'd explored the camp a little and had fallen, exhausted, into a definitely not-restful sleep.
This was crazy. And though Buffy was no stranger to crazy? Even she was having a little trouble dealing. They were stuck. In a camp. And the only person she'd spoken to had been Eric who, if she was honest, looked as dazed as she was at all of this.
She'd spent her first two days kind of--marvelling at the fact that she'd been dream-napped and dropped into a nightmare.
Her third and Buffy was all business even in the crappy weather, pulling her not-even-remotely-warm-enough jacket tight around her. She was gonna get out of here and she was gonna find someone who knew what the hell was going on to help.
She'd woke up, still half-expecting to be back in her motel room with Dawn, riding the coat-tails of a particularly crazy dream in which she was stuck in some strange camp with a vampire-who-didn't-eat-people for company. Except it wasn't a dream. Pulling herself into a sitting position, Buffy looked around the crappy cabin she'd been dropped in and shook her head. "Definitely not a dream." Her duffel bag still sat at the foot of the bed, just where she'd left it last night after she'd explored the camp a little and had fallen, exhausted, into a definitely not-restful sleep.
This was crazy. And though Buffy was no stranger to crazy? Even she was having a little trouble dealing. They were stuck. In a camp. And the only person she'd spoken to had been Eric who, if she was honest, looked as dazed as she was at all of this.
She'd spent her first two days kind of--marvelling at the fact that she'd been dream-napped and dropped into a nightmare.
Her third and Buffy was all business even in the crappy weather, pulling her not-even-remotely-warm-enough jacket tight around her. She was gonna get out of here and she was gonna find someone who knew what the hell was going on to help.