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[fragmentedimago]

[There's a guy, leaning outside the mess hall this evening, just watching people going in and out, the expression on his face vaguely discontent. He's also smoking like a chimney, discarding the butts at his feet.]

...Something's wrong with this place.

[But mostly, he's silently calling someone...]

Comments

[fragmentedimago]

[Not going anywhere]

[gonwiththewind]

Lots of things are wrong with it.

[fragmentedimago]

[looks her over, gaze lingering on the top of her head] ...You'd know that more than most, hm?

[gonwiththewind]

Well... I've seen a lot, but everyone keeps saying that it gets worse.

[fragmentedimago]

Worse? How?

[brokenclover]

What makes you say that?

[fragmentedimago]

It's not obvious?

[brokenclover]

It is. I was just curious as to what makes you think so.

[fragmentedimago]

It's a little disturbing, this many earless children.

[numbertwo_fan]

Eh? More than normal?

[fragmentedimago]

I don't know what's normal for here. Maybe more than usual for back home.

[numbertwo_fan]

I take it you're new to camp?

[fragmentedimago]

I just got here.

[boxbythebed]

It doesn't even have a mall.

[fragmentedimago]

I'm sure you must suffer.

[boxbythebed]

Oh yeah, and there's, like, zombies and shit, too. That's also pretty strange.

[fragmentedimago]

I met something like that on the way in, yeah. They weren't very appealing.