"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">The ones who don't learn, well . . .</span>" The words lingered on the air for a few moments just like the sickening thick fog that plagued the trees just a few feet from the campfire. Carter didn't even want to think what could be worse than having to go through that trial again so he didn't press the question any further. If he could avoid the answer he would, for now at least. Slowly he began to push himself fully off the ground, rising tall above the ground, he looked back towards the silhouettes on the other side of the fire. But they whispered quietly to themselves, Carter had learned well how to read people and he could tell they were worried about something. But what? he was unsure.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffa64d">Carter, I'm a journalist, or at least, was.</span>" He said, his eyes turning back to the other two, just as he saw one of the shadows move towards them. As the light of the fire bounced off her face Carter immediately recognized the girl. Claudette. Though, the realization that she was here, wasn't very comforting. She had been missing for weeks, and if that was true, and she had been here all this time. Then there was even less of a likely hood that he would get out. And the look upon Claudette's face only caused Carter even greater worry, she appeared so much older than in the pictures. She had bags under her eyes and tired dazed expression in her eyes. As if she had spent years in this hellish dimension, not just weeks. What if time flowed differently here?<br/><br/>Before these thoughts began to weigh upon him even more, Claudette spoke, though more to Bill than anyone. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">The others are worried.</span>" She said bluntly, though Carter could tell by the slight quiver of her voice she was too. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">You know what usually happens after new people wake up at the fire. That usually means that there is...</span>" Her eyes gazed off back towards the fog stricken trees in the distance as if expecting to see something horrifying within. But she never finished what she said, she left it there, as if what she was implying was blatantly obvious. And it seemed it was to everyone but Carter and his other new friend. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffff">And with... two waking..</span>" Her words lingered again, she was reluctant to say it and half wanted Bill to say the words for her.<br/><br/>And just as Claudette lowered her head just a bit, a rather thuggish woman stepped forward with a quickness. Half of her hair cut short and died a bright white, the other side a dark blue color. She wore a faded red flannel jacket over a white shirt and ripped jeans. Unlike the others, besides Bill she didn't seem as worried as they. In fact, there was a still a small fire in her and it was only made more apparent as she spoke. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff9999">I'm going in to see what the hell we're dealing with, if anything. Anyone not a fucking pussy and willing to come with me and figure out what's gonna be hunting us down for at least the next week?</span>"