Soze doesn't care where he's running. He just runs.

And that's what he's been doing, at least for the last five minutes. He doesn't let go of Jeff's arm. A part of him is paranoid that he still might lose him, that he'll fuck up and both of them will die out here. He's vaguely aware of an explosion behind them-- the sounds of a dying bear (was ( Read more... )

There's a flurry of activity near the swag tables as a latecomer struggles to get set up. There's a lot of muttered apologies as he lugs coolers, packages, and various cooking implements through the crowd and sets up shop. Eventually the set up is complete, with a grill merrily sizzling away. Plates of burgers, hot dogs, and other grilled treats ( Read more... )