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Week 8
The weekend passes in a blue, and suddenly it is Monday again. Monday of week 8, the final week of camp. The last week to try and change your fate.
It's sunny and pleasant, with daytime temperatures lingering around 70 degrees Fahrenheit and dropping off into the 50s in the evening. It's pretty much the perfect weather for Michigan, and it's only a shame that it took this long to get to it.
The WiiU continues to be broken, though the creepy Mii is gone now. All of the Miis are, actually. All that can be seen is a variety of Pure Michigan ads, interestingly enough. A bit calmer than last week's visuals, but probably annoying since no games can be played.
There is one other notable change about camp: the counselors are nowhere to be found. There is plenty of food and some note left on how to run things, but otherwise the campers have been left to their own devices apparently.
On the main door to the lodge is a note that says "We will be back as soon as possible." written in Red's handwriting. What could this mean?
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It's all a facade, just like the entire fact of the summer camp here. But it's not like the living can throw stones; many of them, thanks to the hallucinations, are also stuck at least halfway in their own worlds by now.
Maybe one day they'll be just as cheerful? Today, Lenka just lets the singing and humming wash over him with the same expression as always.]
Did something good happen?
[In zombieland, that is.]
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[ Boa gives him a smiling nod in greeting. ]
The weather's turned out lovely for our final week. And as much as I will miss camp, Lillith's song made me excited for going home at the end, too.
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[Why is that a question--
Maybe he should be watching those Pure Michigan ads for greater exposure to the great outdoors around here, but between all the heat and the minor matter of murders and the fact that they're prisoners (and he occasionally just forgets about the Wii) -- it's been a little harder to appreciate it. He doesn't even know how much he'd miss it apart from the people, if he were to leave. It's a big if, at this point.]
... We'll do our best to get you home.
[He would be satisfied, he thinks, with everyone being alive; but of course they can't be satisfied with just bringing people back to a world like this, can they?]