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[fury]

There is a party thrown that night to celebrate the groups return, secret stashes of alcohol are revealed as well as batteries to fire the battered CD player.

A large bonfire is gathered and make shift grids placed around the flames for cooking. The air is filled with the smells of roasting beef and baking potatoes. Little thought is given to tomorrow...just thoughts of celebration and life...

Billie awakens not long after the bonfire is lit, the first words from her mouth are "Is that food? I am starved!"

[shadowofdeath]

Lucas sits quite a bit away from the main party, he had snaffled a bottle of light beer and was in the process of watering it down with some fresh apple juice he had snagged, Didn't like to get too drunk in any event. He kept a careful eye on the whereabouts of Laura, he had grown slightly fond of the girl and as nice as these people seemed Lucas did not have a trustful heart, his dagger was stuch in the ground behind him and the crossbow was loaded with the string cocked beneath some mouldering hay bale only a metre away.

[Synik]

The shouts of joy, the smell of food and the warmth from the fire seeped into Peter's soul. For the first time in a while, he found himself with a smile. He gaze Billie's hand a squeeze as she headed off. "Enjoy yourself and I'll catch you up."

He slipped out of the Landrover's seat, one leg on the ground, the other propped on the Landy's footplate. Going through his things, Peter made a mental note of the stuff he'd need to replace: coat, fleece - hell, probably a full set of gear given the mess they'd been through. Adam's sleeping form - assuming the man wasn't brain dead - lay flat out in the back. The weight of the gun he'd taken, rested against Peter's back. Resisting the urge to take it out and count the bullets, he hauled himself out of the truck and pushed the door shut.

The others were milling around and he needed a drink. Something cold-ish that wouldn't f*** him up. After that? Maybe a spud and some meat if he was lucky.

[fury]

Billie grinned at Peter as she headed towards the fire, "No brooding, or I will come and hunt you down"

A young(ish) lad sits down beside Lucas with a look of awe on his face, "cool dagger...is it real? Have you killed anyone with it?"

Malcolm stands beside Shelley with his hand in hers, she can feel the growing heat from the fire. She can feel his tension, with being around all these strangers. "Do you know all these people?" he asks clearing his throat...

[Early Bird]

Janet sat quietly some way from the fire, huddled against the chill of the night in the thick coat she had found among their supplies, her thoughts chaotic. It seemed that they had succeeded in what they had set out to do, the slugs were gone and those lizards in the pit had indeed been dead. Were they safe now? Could they ever be safe in this new and terrifying world? She had eaten one of the potatoes and taken a cup of drink to join in with the toasting of their new beginning but her heart had not truly been in it. Too close to the fire and she found herself staring into the flames, seeing again the blazing barn, the happy shouts of the others turned into the dying screams of those trapped inside and the smell of the cooking meat...

Janet felt no pity for those who had died that morning, but the memories evoked by this scene led to others which she found herself unable to push away yet. Would that day ever come? Janet hoped so but resigned herself that she might just have to learn to cope with them rather than banish them altogether.

[arrowfodder]

"No, a lot of these people were here before I arrived." Shelley leaned back into Malcolm's arms, a smile on her face. Her sightless eyes stared out into the sky, and after letting the noises of the others surround them, she tugged on his arm. "Come on, why don't you take me inside? We can get our own room now."

[shadowofdeath]

Lucas looked at the kid and plucked the dagger up with practiced smoothness, he held it up so light could reflect of the edge "Real enough to slit a few throats, I've killed a couple of things with this. Only one or two people" he sipped his beer "What's your name kid? Mine's Lucas" The unfilled hand was extended for a shake.

[fury]

The kids eyes widened in the firelight "You've killed people...cool!". For a moment he didn't realise the hand was being held out, "Ben...nice to meet ya"

"Do you not want some food first Shelley...or a drink?" asked Malcolm nervously

[arrowfodder]

Shelley turned around in Malcolm's arms, her body pressed against him tightly. She rested her chin on his chest and looked up at him, her eyes meeting where she thought his face was. "We could get something to eat, and maybe a few beers? It could be our first official date."

[Synik]

Having chewed his way through a baked potato, Peter stood at the back of the group. Most of him in shadow. The firelight reached the edges of his features. The half full bottle of fizzy lager hung from his grip, while flecks of the fire danced against the damp glass. He drank a little more and savoured the taste. It had been a long time since he'd enjoyed a drink and a lot longer since he'd had the simple pleasures of a fire and good food. He crossed his arms as he looked out over the crowd and kept an eye for any possible trouble.

A young couple danced by, he smiled to himself. Here he was, former inmate and wanted by the State, acting like a village policeman. He twirled the bottle between his fingers. Best take it slow. Just in case, he thought.

Edited by Synik, 23 July 2011 - 10:11 PM.

[shadowofdeath]

Lucas smiled at Ben and corrected "Killing people isn't cool. It's disgusting work, blood gets everywhere and they twitch and moan something horrid, they usually try to murder you and once you finally do the deed the guy usually s**ts himself." He turned the knife to make reflections on the kids face "I cried for two days after I stuck someone for the first time. Take it from me Ben, don't ever think killing is cool, the first time you see the light die in a human's eyes, a little bit of you dies with it." the beer cup went to his mouth once more.

[fury]

Peter is approached by Billie, she stands on tiptoe and whispered "I told you I'd find you if you were brooding!"

"You cried!" replied Ben with a look of shock on his face "But they deserved it...right?"

Malcolm sat Shelley down on a log that had been carried up for people to use as a seat, "stay there I'll see what I can scrounge"

[shadowofdeath]

Lucas rammed the knife into the dirt again, shrugging "As far as I know yeah, they were pretty nasty sorts. Couldn't stop the tears though, seeing red on the silver."

[Synik]

"I'm not brooding," Peter replied, his voice rough with tiredness. "I'm keeping an eye on this shindig." Wanting to change the subject, he gestured with the bottle towards the make-shift barbecue. "Glad to see you back in the world of the living. Did you get something to eat, Billie?"

[fury]

"Do you want me to get you some food Lucas?" asked Ben, his eyes still shining with hero worship. "Do you have a gun as well?" he asked softly.

Billie grins "You so are brooding!", she kisses his ear "Who made you in charge of this rabble then?" she asked curiously. "Do I have to behave myself or will you punish me" she asked dramatically, before standing on her tip toe to whisper "I only came back for you"