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[quicustodiet]

[A slightly bedraggled detective has emerged from the woods]

Someone had better tell me what's going on here.

((new character etc, will be slow! And bedtime, will pick up old&new tomorrow!))

Comments

[legally_blond]

That might take some time, Fräulein, depending on how much you know.

[quicustodiet]

All I know is that the chief sent me here to teach police officers, not zombies.

[legally_blond]

Ah, that happens a lot! Not everyone is aware of what this place is until they end up here.

[quicustodiet]

And what is this place?

[legally_blond]

It's Camp Fuck You Die.

[quicustodiet]

Camp what? That's not exactly helpful.

[legally_blond]

Oh, I know! But that's what it's called. It's supposedly a summer camp, here in Louisiana. Of course, it's not summer any more, so that argument doesn't hold much water.

[quicustodiet]

At least I'm in the right state, but how did I end up at a summer camp?

[legally_blond]

You weren't aiming for here, right?

[quicustodiet]

I'm supposed to be at a training retreat the chief sent me to help with.

[legally_blond]

A lot of people get sent here under the assumption they're doing something else, ja. Unfortunately, you've been misled.

[quicustodiet]

So how do I get out of here, then?

[legally_blond]

That's a good question! I'm not sure how anyone gets out. It's pretty difficult.

[quicustodiet]

Something about a barrier, right.

[legally_blond]

Ja, the barrier. It's meant to be fairly impenetrable, though people do escape every now and then.

[quicustodiet]

Any of them leave anything telling how they did it?