[Amongst the miserable scenario of water, floating cabins and weird ass sharks in the water, there is an echo. It's not from the loudspeaker or the softspeaker, nor is it psychic - yet it rings out softly for all to hear. A phrase, perhaps a thought from the Devourer that lurks just outside the barrier or the sharks that occupy the water; whatever it is, the sentiment is clear enough.
they'll get used to it. :)
Zombies and other... things in the water have caused it to look pretty ugly pretty fast, and it's taking on a nice shade of greenbrown. It probably won't be very fun if Camp Fuck You Die stays like this forever, huh?
Once night arrives and an eerie quiet falls across camp, there is a slight stirring in the cabins - almost as if they're moving on a current. Looking out windows and off of roofs, the residents of camp can see that they are indeed moving. But not on a current or down any sort of riverbank, but in a slow circle.
Eventually, the circling speeds up, faster and faster as if camp itself is a giant whirlpool! No, it's probably more like a toilet, what with the way the water smells full of undead and corn. As cabins, the silo, even Marcy herself are pulled into the center of the waters, the smell worsens. It's a strange smell, though, somewhat earthy despite gross,
it almost smells like a...]