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WHO: Everyone
WHERE: Mathias Township proper
WHEN: Days 079-081
WHAT: More mysteries are revealed in the aftermath.
WARNINGS: (PM this account to have a warning added!)
NOTES: Plotting post over here! The next log will be posted the weekend of August 22 29.
MOD NOTE: Thank you again for your patience!

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DAY 079-081
“If I am mad, it is mercy! May the gods pity the man
who in his callousness can remain sane to the hideous end!”
― H.P. Lovecraft
The day dawns red from the smoke that still hangs in the air, though the fires have long since burned out overnight. Ash covers the ground like grey snow all throughout Mathias, even to Baneberry Hall at the far edge of the town. There is still a strange heat clinging to the little town as if the fog that surrounds them has trapped even the temperature within its borders, but the skies have at least cleared of those ominous storm clouds.

While the fires have gone, the ruin they left behind remains. The eastern side of town is full of the charred shells of what were once homes, collapsed walls and questionable flooring warning off those who might consider venturing inside. There may be a few salvageable items within the wreckage but it certainly won't be much, and those foolish enough to try searching the rubble may sustain injuries in the attempt.

What residents are almost guaranteed to find in their wanderings through the town are decidedly more unsettling. Scattered throughout the town are the corpses of current residents seemingly still alive and well, their causes of death as varied as their locations: crushed bones and organs on the beach; asphyxiation on the steps of the library; broken neck in the tunnels under the residential district. The time of death is equally as varied, with some still warm to the touch while others have begun to rot and decay like the buildings around them.

And if that isn't enough to send their anxiety spiking, they will find that the darkness in Mathias has become even less welcoming than before. From nightfall to sunrise, wherever they have chosen to shelter, strange things may happen from one night to the next. These occurrences are not consistent, either across the night or the location, and no patterns arise to make sense of what happens. It is simply another oddity of Mathias perhaps designed to drive them further into madness.

THE NEW ARRIVALS
The newest arrivals to Mathias will wake up on the lawn of Town Hall, at the center of the little town square. There are shops all around them, with houses just beyond, and at first glance, everything seems almost picturesque. Except for the silence that is at times so complete as to be maddening... Welcome to Mathias.

THE RESURRECTED
Those who perished on Day 078 will wake with the smell of burnt flesh still filling their nostrils, near what little remains of their former body. This will likely be in the crumbling, unstable remains of whatever building they were trapped inside. Welcome back to the land of the... living?

CORPSES BY DAY
— During any day of this log, characters may find one or more corpses in a location around town. This is an activity that must be opted-into by both players involved: the corpse-owner and the corpse-finder.

— The corpses that appear are only those of current residents within Mathias. The cause of death does not need to match any previous deaths that characters may have experienced in-game, though it should be only natural or possibly accidental — there should be no signs of the cause being an intentional death. (And, for the sake of your fellow players, please try to keep it light on the gore.)

— Corpses may be found in any outdoor location or inside any space where characters are not currently sheltering (such as the crumbling homes on the west side or the burned homes on the east side). The corpses will not appear inside any location where characters have been sleeping.

— The corpses can appear at various times throughout the day, meaning that a character may pass by the library in the morning with no corpse on the steps and then pass by again in the afternoon to suddenly find a corpse hanging out there.

— There may be items or clues found upon the corpses! These are not guaranteed for everyone. Players should submit this form to find out if they've won the Mathias Lottery.

TERRORS BY NIGHT
— Where players have chosen to shelter at night may have unexpected consequences, especially for those in the western half of Mathias. All characters must be accounted for.

— Mod feedback will provide either confirmation that nothing unusual happens in this location or details of any strange or unsettling occurrences on a given night and the potential consequences of staying there.

— If a player wants to opt-out of the consequences of their character staying in a particular location on a specific night, they must find another location at which their character can shelter.

SANITY LOSS

There are multiple opportunities for sanity loss within this log. All instances of such should be reported before the next log.
— CORPSE DISCOVERY Depending on your character's mental state, their relationship to the corpse, and the cause of death, sanity loss can range from 1-5 points per corpse found. This amount is up to the individual player. Items found on a corpse may also induce additional sanity loss per mod instruction.

— NIGHTTIME LOCATIONS Some locations within Mathias are safer than others at night. Players will receive mod feedback on their chosen nighttime locations which may include sanity loss for some things experienced.

CONDITIONS UPDATE

— THE WEATHER Summer continues in Mathias, with warm days that average 70°F and comfortably cool nights.

— THE FOG has maintained its recent boundaries.
— Residents may now wander the southern stretch of the forest surrounding Mathias Township
— it is possible to leave the paths but potentially unwise to do so.

— The fog has also retreated from the western section of town entirely.

— Access to the northern section of the forest is still blocked beginning a few dozen yards past the treeline; this section of fog will urge residents to stay huddled within the town proper by inducing a physical reaction of panic and fear.

— DISAPPEARANCES & DEATHS have started up again. Neal Caffrey, Athena Carrigan, Jeff Calhoun, and Caitlin Snow have vanished from the town while Wynonna Earp died in the town fires.

— THE SHAPES in the water may be spotted more frequently, and residents may get the sense that whatever is out there is watching them and waiting for something...

OOC NOTES

— ENDGAME (Repeat message.) We are officially heading into endgame. Over the next few months, things will begin ramping up and moving toward the always planned conclusion, with the last log projected to go up between the end of October and middle of December.

What does this mean? Essentially, hopefully, this will mean more opportunities to dig into the mysteries and lore of the game, as well as more chances for your characters to creep toward insanity. However, how things progress and what information comes to light will depend upon character interaction with the setting and involvement with the mysteries of Mathias.

— SANITY NOTES
— Make sure that you're reported any sanity losses from the last log and claimed any madnesses earned with those losses. And report all the losses from this log before the next is posted!

— There is now additional guidance available about what happens when characters fall below 50 sanity points.

— A reminder that sanity may be regained through character actions.

— APPLICATIONS There are only two application rounds left before apps will be permanently closed. If you're trying to lure someone in for the end of the game, now is the time to get enabling.

— FORMS If there are comments on posts that have forms, please try to remember to respond directly to that comment. With DW notifs sporadically going missing, I rely on those comments ending up in the proper journal inbox, which is the only way I'm guaranteed to see them.

— MOD UPDATE The summer program I run is over but I'm back in person at the office for the first time in 16 months, so life is still incredibly stressful and I will continue to be slow for the next while.

I will be prioritizing sleeping location and corpse responses for this log since these are timely matters with information you will need in order to move forward.

— REMINDER Once again, there are a lot of moving parts to this log. Ask questions if something is not clear! Please also make sure to check questions others ask, as well.

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boywonder. Ellie currently has thanatomania, belief that she is cursed by death magic. This will go on through day 82, whoops. ]

Ellie really just gravitated toward the theatre that last evening after the fire because of some weird misplaced…what, nostalgia? Maybe. It's been weeks since she was at the old theatre in Seattle with Dina. Fuck, she misses Dina. She has to believe that Dina got home all right, that she's not sick anymore.

It's hard to sleep. She's not sure where anyone is; she missed anyone else coming in here, so she's alone and exhausted. Sleep is fitful and she wakes too early. She can't shake the feeling that death is still waiting for her. Someone did this to the town, to...to her specifically? No, that's fucking bonkers, she knows, but...well, she can't shake it.

Wait, is something happening? She definitely hears something. She pulls her knife out and follows the sounds to the projection booth. But there's nothing up there when she goes up. She shines her flashlight around the booth, but nothing weird is here. Great. She's probably hearing shit too because why not, right?

"This fucking town, I swear to god," she says out loud to no one, stomping back down the stairs out of it. Sorry, were you sleeping here? Probably not anymore, between the sounds and her angry storming around.

It's still early, but she eventually finds some alcove and sits there with her guitar. Of course it's eerily reminiscent of the night she played for Dina, but whatever, she's still trying not to think of Dina. She's idly playing the guitar here for a bit before she heads out.

Anyone in the vicinity the morning of Day 79 can catch Ellie either coming out of the projection booth or playing the guitar.

Parker knows that voice. And that language.

Ellie hadn't woken her up, but only because she'd never gone to sleep in the first place. She can't. She has to stay awake, to keep an eye on Hardison and Eliot. To make sure they don't vanish. And maybe because every time she closes her eyes, she sees those people stepping off the cliff into the chasm. Sees the unending nothingness beyond.

So when Ellie stomps angrigly away from the projection booth, it's only to practically collide with another apparition, this one very real.

"What were you doing up there?"

Ellie booked it outta the woods before she saw the endlessness of the ravine, but she remembers the people (they weren't people, they were something else, she thinks) jumping off into the ravine. She isn't dwelling on that, but she can't forget it, either. There's a lot of competing trauma in her brain, sure, but that's recent.

She stops short of colliding with Parker. It's not Parker's fault, of course. Ellie should be paying better attention and all that. It's been a shitty few days. Or a shitty few months, whatever.

"Jesus, I didn't even know there was another real person around," she says. "I heard some weird shit up here so I came to look. You didn't see anyone else up here, did you?"

In Ellie's defense, sneaking up on people, intentionally or not, is practically a core part of Parker's personality after a lifetime as a thief. She shakes her head and glances up the stairs past Ellie, but there's no sign of anyone there. Or anything.

"Hardison and Eliot are downstairs," she says, the possibility that Ellie or anyone else in town might not already know exactly who Hardison and Eliot are and how amazing they are never once occurring to her. "What do you mean, a real person?"

Ellie would probably understand the sneaking thing if she wasn't keyed up. She's had to be quiet as anything in order to just not get killed for much of her life. It's a thing!

"You guys sound like you got last names for first names," she says. It's trying to be a joke and isn't working; normally she's much funnier than this in her own head. She hasn't met Hardison. She knew an Eliot, but she has no idea if this one is the same. Didn't Eliot die? He was a magician. Parker doesn't strike her as the type who comes from a magic world, but what the fuck does she know?

"I mean instead of weird ass shadow people who jump into rivers or bang around in movie theatres," she answers, deadpan. "Who the fuck knows in this place. I'm probably just hearing shit, but you can look for yourself if you wanna."

Parker's brand of sneakiness generally involves a lot less creeping up on people and taking them out with a switchblade than Ellie's, but she did stab a guy at a bar once. They can bond.

She shrugs, shaking her head. "Just Hardison." She pauses. "I mean...that's his last name. Alec Hardison. But he's...he's just Hardison. Usually. Always, if you're you, I guess." Parker, his literal girlfriend, has only called him Alec a handful of times. "But Eliot is Eliot's first name. And they're not shadow people. Eliot sometimes bangs around though, when he needs to punch something."

She pauses again, peering curiously up the stairs. "Did you see a shadow person?"

Ellie listens to that, and it sounds too familiar for just someone Parker met recently, especially that always if you're you bit. "You knew them like from home?" She wonders why Dina or Jesse didn't come with her. But then, it's better she's alone. She still thinks they're all going to die here, and she doesn't want her friends to die, fuck.

Enough of that thought train.

"Uh...no, no shadow people here. Not since the forest, I guess. Just weird noises and shit."

Parker nods.

"They're my..."

My team, she would have said once. It's how she'd described them to others, when she'd first arrived. But even then it hadn't really been accurate. Hadn't really been enough.

"My family," she finishes, quieter, and looks at Ellie, her expression soft. There are others who have people they knew or cared about from home here with them, she knows. And some who don't. Who never did. She doesn't know how they stand it.

"Are you, um." She doesn't want to be too blunt, but there are only so many ways to say it. "Here...with anyone?"

Ellie just finds herself drawn back to the cemetery now and then because Claire's gravestone is here. So are many others, of course. And there's no body under Claire's, because they couldn't get her body back out of the chasm. That still eats at Ellie, but there's nothing for it now. How many others have they lost with irretrievable bodies? She has no idea. There's probably no way to no, no roster. There should be a tally, she thinks idly.

How many were there back home? She doesn't know that, either. Shit, she doesn't even know what happened to Riley's body, in the end. Probably burned somewhere, ended up somewhere nameless, in a pile of bodies everyone was fucking terrified of because even dead, you might still be contagious.

She shoves that memory down before it overwhelms her like all the rest of her memories so often do.

She sees the body lying there at the edge of the cemetery and it seems so…unnatural. Something is absolutely wrong, she can tell right away. The neck is at a wrong angle. She's seen enough fucked up bodies in her not so long life to know that.

"What the goddamn fuck," she says, definitely loud enough that if anyone is around, they'd hear her. She doesn't recognise the body, which is probably better for her. Bodies she doesn't know don't really bother her. That's just part of life where she's from, and really, it's part of life in Mathias, isn't it?

"Fuck you, you piece of shit fucking nightmare town. Fire wasn't enough, huh? How the shit does someone even break their neck out here?"

But there aren't any answers.

She cautiously approaches Tai's body, just in case she's hallucinating or he's somehow still alive. God, she definitely doesn't want him to still be alive. What a fucked up thing to live through, being out here in pain and whatever. But no, he's definitely dead. There's nothing on him that seems like something she needs to save or put on a gravestone. It seems wrong to leave him here, though.

"Well, my guy, guess you're in fucking luck. Dunno who you are, but I'll get you a grave all the same."

So she finds a rock and starts digging in an empty space. The warm ground is a lot easier to dig in than the cold ground was, thank fuck. This will be easier with some help though. Help a girl out if you stumble by her?

Edited 2021-08-13 05:40 (UTC)

Ainsley should not be out here. She shouldn't. She should be resting, like she was supposed to be doing. But there was an itch under her skin that screamed to go out and do something that she just couldn't follow any more. She'd been stuck at the school by herself, left to her own devices too long.

It was just a walk.
What could go wrong during a walk, right?

She doesn't remember when she made the turn toward the graveyard, but here she is. "Oh, hi, Ellie."

Ellie doesn't hear Ainsley's footsteps because she's too wrapped up in the whole trying to dig a grave thing, but she does hear her call out. She hasn't seen Ainsley in days, but she's glad to know she doesn't have to count her among the lost or dead. Unlike…whoever this guy is.

She stands up and brushes the dirt off her hands, though she's going to just get dirty again.

"Oh. Uh…hey. I'd say it's nice to you see you. I mean…it is, but this is a weird place to say that, y'know? I found this…guy just kind of. Here. Sucks for him." Ellie is pretty nonchalant about death because she's just seen so much of it, even before Mathias. And this one isn't personal for her, so she can distance herself like it doesn't matter. Everyone copes somehow.

She shrugs a little. She gets it. It's a terrible place to say such a thing, really. Especially with a body right there in the open. "Oh... I met him, once." She frowns a little. She didn't know him, but it's still strange to stare at the body of someone she'd met. "Right after we were all stuck in the weird parallel versions of the town? When the asylum and stuff showed up."

Ainsley reports on deaths and other tragedies for a job, she's not any more bothered by it than Ellie, even if their reasons are different.

"Do you know his name?" Ellie asks. She's going to bury him anyway, but the least they can do is write his name on a rock or something. It seems shitty to just be some nameless dude in the cemetery, even here in Mathias. Maybe he'll turn up again tomorrow and maybe he won't, but she won't just leave him here. Another time, they wouldn't have a choice. She didn't with Claire; they couldn't get her body back, no matter how bad she wanted to.

She stills for a moment. "I wasn't here for all of that asylum shit," she says, quiet. "I don't know what the fuck happened. I heard about it, but I was...uh, fuck, I don't know. I was just missing for a few days. I don't remember it. Malcolm and Neal and Doc, they said they looked for me."

"Tai, I think." She nods a little, that sounded right. She'd only talked to him the once, really, and it was pretty generic conversation about arriving here, and being from a different planet.

She frowns a little. She's heard of it, people just disappearing at random, in some weird, whitespace of nothing with no concept of days they'd missed, until they returned. "I really hate this place." she mutters. "Of course they looked for you. You're one of us." Even if she didn't live with the rest of them, Ellie still counted in that group, no doubt.

"Tai," Ellie repeats. She's not sure how to spell that, T-I-E like a necktie or T-Y or T-A-I or something. Well, she'll do her best if she finds a rock to write on or whatever. At least he'll be here in the ground and not just on top of it.

"I hate this fucking place too, man. I don't like disappearing and not knowing where the fuck I was. I don't remember anything. I can't just have been nowhere. I didn't die or whatever." She kind of wishes she had, but is that better, the whole dying and coming back thing? Jesus. Thinking about it gives her the creeps all around.

"Uh...thanks, though. For saying that." That whole one of us thing. Ellie keeps herself alone and apart from everyone on purpose; losing people is inevitable and it's too much.

I don't know what I'll do when it's you, she told Doc once, and that's still true. But the longer they go, the more of them disappear, the more it's true for the others, the ones she's known longer now. Yeah, it's only been a few months they've been stuck in this hell. And yeah, they'll probably all fucking die here. That's not the point, though. None of them can be an island. Ellie's not Joel, not in the end. She can't really hold herself apart like he could, not emotionally. Underneath her rage, she just cares about other people too much.

That's why she's burying this guy she's never seen before, after all.

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welladjustedwhitly - 2021-09-08 23:06 (UTC) - Expand

Apparently the school has weird shit just happening all night too. Great, just what she needs. She found a book at one point where she swore there wasn't one. There's no shelf nearby that it could have fallen from. She just leaves it there because fuck that.

The next morning, there are still sounds going on. She tolerates that long enough to go looking to check for familiar faces. She has her guitar and her backpack with her and not a lot else. She pokes her head into a classroom or two just to check.

At one point she might leave a classroom and say, "I'm pretty sure we're being haunted by some dumb Mathias bullshit," completely deadpan. She isn't freaked out by any of this yet, but she's definitely had enough of it. Find her at any point in this journey.

Or find her messing around with her guitar alone in any empty space. You won't startle her; she's not off in space, she's paying attention to what's going on around her. Her journal is next to her, though it's closed, so its contents aren't readily noticeable.

It's the sound of the guitar that draws Tai's attention, distinct from all the other strange things he's been hearing around here since he and the others started staying in the schoolhouse. The girl he finds is another he hasn't yet spoken to, and for the moment, that will remain true. He pauses in the doorway, just watching, not intending to interrupt the music.

Ellie finishes her song and reaches up the bridge to fiddle with the guitar, not satisfied with the tuning. But in the quiet, she does take a second to look around. She catches Tai there in the doorway and freezes for a moment. She doesn't know him, of course, but she'd recognise him anywhere now. She'd seem him much differently only a day ago, dead and broken at the cemetery. Ironic, maybe.

Well, he's obviously totally fine now, and that's about as fucked up as it gets around here, isn't it?

"Uh...hi?" she says, because starting a conversation off with I buried you is too fucking much even for Mathias.

The night before, Raylan had less than inconspicuously ran out of the schoolhouse, chased out by the sounds beating around them and the Nightmare that had broken him from the first bit of sleep that he'd managed in days. But he had been found, herded back inside until daylight and he knew full well that Malcolm at least, would be worried about where he had gone.

Raylan, to put it kindly, looked like shit. The weight he'd lost over the past month was more noticeable with the bags under his eyes and the anxious way he couldn't quite talk himself into staying still for longer than a minute at a time wasn't his best look.

But the gentle twanging of Ellie's guitar drew him towards the empty room, soul hoping for half a second of peace that he couldn't bring himself, and he leaned against the doorframe, thumb fiddling with his horseshoe ring to watch her. "I'm glad your guitar survived - Suppose I should apologize; I had Jeff lookin' after it while you were away."

He wasn't going to ask how she was doing, but the question was on his face anyway, a gentle worry underneath his badly hoisted façade of being fine himself.

Ellie pauses between playing and manages a small but relieved smile at Raylan. She heard from Doc that the guys all made it out of the fire. She imagines fire isn't really Raylan's fave after…well, that was so long ago now, but she remembers what he told her back after the day so many people died and, what, died again? Jesus.

She leans over the guitar, one arm around it almost protectively.

Ellie looks…like you'd expect anyone would living in Mathias. She was already underweight when she got here, and that never changed. She's been living through the grief of Joel's death. That hole inside her can't close up, and she still thinks revenge will change that. No one can really convince her otherwise and all the projecting her feelings onto Doc or Raylan or who the fuck ever else can change it. No one who's been in Mathias from that first stormy night is faring too well.

Still, she's Ellie, so she says, "Man, you look like shit. Way worse off than my guitar. You wanna sit down before you fall over?"

She's giving him hell, but her underlying concern is genuine. She's not hurt, but psychologically, are any of them okay? She'd bet that they aren't.

"I got up when the storm started, and I guess I just…didn't think. I don't have a lot of stuff, so I got my bag at this. I wouldn't have died for it, but it was before the fire came."

Raylan managed to hoist a faint curl of his lips at the way Ellie grabbed on to the guitar and he shrugged in return at the question, pushing off the doorframe and meandering into the room properly. If he was going to linger, he could at least do it in full view.

"Sittin' down might make me too comfortable, so I'm good." He wasn't 'good'. But upright meant conscious, meant he wasn't going to fall back into the nightmares that tormented what few seconds of rest he managed. "Not that you're looking like you're at top scratch, missy," he drawled back, wagging one finger at her.

He didn't doubt her sincerity, but they had a repertoire. One he'd tried and failed to adjust so this was what it was. This was good, for how few things in Mathis were. None of them were okay.

"Fire's got a way of.. motivatin' us," he accepted with a bob of his head. "I couldn't stay and help as much as I wanted too." Raylan was sure he didn't need to explain why. "But the food stores are still replenishing, the lights are still on, we've still got potable water.." Raylan started pacing then, thumb worrying the backend of his horseshoe ring again. The poor thing might give out soon, considering how much he's fiddled with it.

"But you're okay? No burns or nothing?" Even as he paced, his eyes drifted back to her face at the question, leaving the door open to non-physical injuries if she wanted.

She bites back a remark about how she's pretty sure he's not fucking good because what's the point? They both already know.

"Yeah, well. No one here's really hot shit these days, are they? Henry's all banged to shit down the hall and I haven't even seen Neal or Malcolm. There's fucking bodies all over, but I'm not even sure all of us are actually dead, or if this place is just fucking with us." After all, she saw the guy whose body she buried in this same room, so what's the truth here? There isn't any truth in Mathias, maybe. She hates that thought.

Plus she's also pretty sure there is actually some kind of death curse on her but she hasn't said that out loud to anyone because that's extra batshit. But she can't shake the feeling.

She shrugs as best she can despite holding the instrument.

"I don't know. I buried some dude I don't know. I found him in the fucking cemetery. Slap in the fucking face, you know? This dude bites it in the cemetery? Except then I just met him and he was fine. I might have thought I made it up, but Ainsley helped me bury him. No burns. I'm not hurt, but…were you in the woods a few days ago? Before the fire? There was some messed up shit out there."

She has no idea if anyone else saw it. She'd run into Klaus when she'd booked it away from those creepy shadow women or whatever they were. Not women, not human. Something else.

Let him have somethin' El.

As she gets into her lists, Raylan's chin drops, jaw working faintly as he tried to handle the images that flashed through his head of pulling Malcolm off his rebar spike, Doc with the crusted blood around his mouth, the limbs of Tim sticking out of the lighthouse rubble. "They felt real enough," he protested softly, brow pinching faintly as he picked at phantom dirt under his finger nails before dropping his hands with a nod. He was fine with himself having to suffer doing that work but it killed him more than a little that she had to.

Raylan looked over with a sharp interest as she mentions the woods, before the fire. Oh, he had seen and the way he turns his body to face her with full attention suggested as much. "How much did you see?" he asked, stepping half a step forward with a forward cant of his head. "How far did you go, Ellie?"

Ellie doesn't really mean to go by the museum because fuck that place and its spores, but she does anyway. She feels restless, aimless, and that feeling she can't shake lingers over her. She remembers Yennefer telling her about her body.

She doesn't remember dying, and if she did, it was only for like five minutes or something since she was, you know, totally fine all day or whatever. Still, she has that sense of doom, like she's just waiting for the inevitable. Then maybe the burned shell of the museum is also inevitable, who knows?

She finds the body there near the husk of it. Even from far away, the slightly bloated corpse is unmistakable. Ellie doesn't spend a lot of time looking in mirrors; she isn't that vain and there's not a ton of them unbroken around where she's been back home for most of her life. But she knows herself when she sees. Part of her wants to just hightail it right the fuck out of there. But it's too weird, too much, too incredibly wrong, fuck you very much.

So she goes and inspects it.

Water damage. That's what it is, the swelling.

"Shit," she says aloud. At least it's better than what it could be.

At least I'm not one of them, she thinks. Imagine, after all this, if she'd still become one of them in the end. Technically, she is one of them, the Infected.

"Shit," she says again, louder.

She stares down at her own blue face. She knows what drowned people look like. Ironic, maybe. Joel taught her to swim, after…well. After. It's definitely saved her life several times. She's not sure what this means or what to do about it, but she feels vaguely fucking sick looking at herself like this. Is this some future prediction? Well, fuck that, there's no goddamn way she's going to let this town drown her, of all the fucking things.

"Have to try harder than that, dickweeds," she says.

Something catches her eye there in the corpse's hand. It takes a little doing, but she manages to retrieve a label there. Some kind of pill label. But that part isn't the part that interests her. It looks like she wrote lies on it. Well, that's…something, though what it means is probably a mystery she'll never solve.

Ultimately, she decides to burn the body. Her body. Fuck, whatever, it's too much.

She stands there, arms wrapped around herself, and watches her own ashes join the museum's ashes. That seems pretty fitting in a sense she's not ready to say aloud.

"We should just torch this whole bitch ass town."

Feel free to find her either as she burns the body (in time to tell that she's found her own corpse or just after) or as she's leaving the museum to go elsewhere. She will definitely seem very, very upset and agitated.

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Day 80, morning, ota for anyone at the schoolhouse

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