Final Investigation

[petoskeymods]

FINAL INVESTIGATION

Friday starts as usual, with everyone waking up and starting to move about. The morning is cool, with the last bits of the night's dew starting to evaporate in the early sunlight. But as the living campers start to move about, they will notice two important details:

One: the zombie campers are nowhere to be found.

Two: there is a note pinned to the front door of the lodge that reads "It's time. Investigate the camp, find out the truth. Why are you here, and what do you need to do to leave? We will be at the campfire tomorrow at noon."

Well then. It's time to get to work.

BASE EVIDENCE: ???
CAMPERS REMAINING: 7


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[homeecspacecop]

[They're screaming. They're screaming and it slams into his head and Chuuta has no idea what he's feeling right now.]

[Chuuta we have to go!]

[But there's no sympathy, there's no burst of wings or light or anything because Chuuta doesn't want it. He can't pin down what he wants well enough to match it to what Drew wants, and he just stands there instead, transfixed.]

It's already in us. [It's already in him and he wants to go to them even though he knows he should be running in terror by now.]

[soylentprotag]

Chuuta!

[Lenka’s at the point of yelling by now, spurred into action — oddly — by the movement and the screaming. There’s something deeply and needlessly familiar about all of it, the faces of the dead and their attempts to reach and reach and reach.

To be remembered and seen, the way they never were in life and never had the chance to demand.

Since Chuuta isn’t talking to anyone but Drew and isn’t moving he’s going to reach out and take his arm, looking around frantically to make sure everyone is still inside the barrier and hopefully moving.]

We’re going. Enough.

[lovecolored]

[ She doesn't move on her own.

Go into the forest, it's safe in the forest, we're waiting, we're waiting, don't you miss us?

She'd been hearing Alice and Narumi and Shizuha and Mamizou chant at her from the cover of the leaves for weeks now, it had been enough of an effort to not follow girls that weren't there into the treescape of hunters and killer wildlife.

This was a little too much, the voices, the screaming, that nagging feeling in her gut to just go where it's safe. Marisa digs her fingernails into the barrier, transfixed. ]

I have to...go...

[homeecspacecop]

[Lenka grabs his arm and Chuuta follows the movement.]

I just want to... [Chuuta shakes his head to try and clear it, and Drew bites Lenka's cape. Drew's holding on, at least.]

We have to go. [He repeats. He's repeating... someone else? Marisa, who's right next to him and not moving. He grabs her sleeve and tugs.]

Come on! We're going!

[soylentprotag]

Marisa—

[Lenka’s grateful that at least Drew’s managed to find a mouthhold, even if his poor cape will probably feel it — it’s fine, it’s been through worse. His eyes widen a little at Marisa trying to literally claw her way through the barrier or that’s what it looks like from here, and reflexively he reaches out to move her weight before Mitsuru leaves the area and the barrier with it. That is to say, time to just grab her hand and tug, and with considerable force. Not the best handholding experience in the world, but hey.

At least she’s floating, and Drew is Drew, so he could probably go ahead and semi-carry all of them up the stairs in a couple of leaps. Probably a little slower than that, accounting for vaguely traumatized traffic.]

[lovecolored]

[ Marisa feels tugging on both sides, a sleeve and a hand--it's enough to make her realize safe is up the stairs, not here. ]

But I--

[ She lets herself be tugged backwards, though, and pretty effortlessly considering her feet still aren't touching the ground.

All the way up, though, her eyes are still locked on the coral zombies. ]

[homeecspacecop]

[The pull gets stronger as they try and leave, and Chuuta slows down and doesn't want to go. But he doesn't have a choice as he's pulled forward with Drew's concern in his head.]

[Keep going, Chuuta! Go! Go!]

[When they're out he just sort of collapses, falling onto his hands and knees and gasping for air as Archer applauds them and tells them he's been watching.

If he just opened that door again he could--]

Did we get everyone out? [He asks, to try and get past the fog in his head.]