kelp set her pencil down as she sat on the dull bed of the cabin, shivering in the cold where the eyes of the hills and clouds stared them down. brud had been stitching up pinki:s poor face (she looks like curly now - glaz) and she had been hearing her cry. gray had another nightmare. jevin is still gone. black is somewhere. everything was wrong. so, so wrong...

kelp sighs as she practically collapsed on her bad onto the bed, taking her cracked glasses off and finally getting some rest..it didnt feel the same. it was...unsettling. she had to shut those windows where the eyes were staring at her. she had already written down what happened this night, which was grays nightmare. there wasnt much happening but she knows it will get much worse once the dreading week goes on. the more people wenda kills, the more power black gets.