<div style="text-align: center">《 Clair 》<br/>
<i>Location: LDS Church, on their way, KOA<br/>
Addressing: No one</i>​</div><br/><br/>Clair was fine, though perhaps and little shocked, scared, and angry. The 'adults' around her were all acting like idiots. Everyone should have just been trying to get to the camp instead of being drama llamas about every little thing. First, it was Brian. Ok, sure, bury the guy. Whatever. She did her part even though in her mind, the guy was dead and wasn't going to come back as a necro. Good enough. It was time wasted in her mind, but they still had time to make it to camp. Then it was the old lady and her selfish bullshit about making her last stand to pray. Did she think that wasn't going to kick off an ethical riot? Of course, it was, and all the doom gloomers and bleeding hearts rushed to fulfill their own needs for redemption. They couldn't just walk away and let the few selfish people kill themselves. No, everyone had to get pulled in and the only casualty was an innocent animal. Assholes. The only one she felt a modicum of respect for at that moment was Armando ironically. He was the only one speaking any survival sense. And Ezra maybe, he shut the whole fiasco down with one shot, but maybe he should have worked on that a little sooner.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I'm all for getting the fuck to our destination already," she stated with a subtly scathing edge.<br/><br/>She kept her thoughts to herself but kept a safe distance from the others as they finally began to move along. There were no other brilliant moments of stupidity as they traveled and she mentally relented that maybe they'd learned a thing or two about priorities after that dumb show of 'adulting'. Fuck God and praying. God showed himself for being an asshole two years ago when he let everything go to shit and was certainly a waste of time now.<br/><br/>Thankfully, and not due to any God's mercy, they made it to the KOA. Everyone's first concern was getting rid of necros that may be wandering around, but an initial sweep didn't turn any up. While it was comforting, on one hand, it was concerning on another. The cop-type guards were quick to pick up on signs of use at the camp; a fact that was potentially as worrisome as necros, though there was no one actually in the camp at that time and possibly hadn't been for a few days or so.