SCENE! Everyone has packed up their things. They are sitting around a camp fire in front of Eve's tent.
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Genevieve
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 I stare into the flames as they dance around. Its a beautiful unchoreographed dance. I have to wonder if life is like that: unchoreographed, but beautiful. Or are these thoughts just me trying to put an explanation as to why the order of things in my life dance around. Its like a never ending game of musical chairs. I never get peace and I'm always fighting to get a chair. Maybe now I'll be able to go find some peace.

I can't help but think that the danger I'm about to put myself in will make me feel better. A lot of people throw themselves into such situations when they are grieving. Am I being irrational by leaving here? No because others want to leave as well. I glance at my packed bag. In it are some mementos from my life here and some clothes. We don't have food or weapons. This scares me a little. How are we going to survive with no food or protection? Everyone else seems to just think we'll find a town. Hopefully we will. 

"We leave in the morning." I say quietly, eyes focused on the fire again. "This isn't going to be easy. We have to find a place to get food and weapons. I'm sure that a lot of places has been wiped clean in the past 15 years, but we need to try. Otherwise we'll die out there." I gulp and look up at everyone's faces. Hopefully they can't see the fear in my eyes.