Camp CFK2

Seanna
Saturday, it was once a day for rest but no longer, there hasn't been such a thing as a day of rest since Seanna got here. The air was hot and sticky, the sun slowly peeling across the hazed orange sky. Night was coming and through the front gates she lead Monty, in the cart he pulled held a single moose, a hand full of rabbits, and a couple of ducks. It hadn't been a good day - the sun had been too hot sending most of the wild life into hiding.

The streets had been quiet, seems the heat of the sun sent people hiding as well.

A dirt ridden hand waved off Jameson - the tower guard - who always greeted her with such enthusiasm, while she continued leading Monty towards the Cook House. The dust of the roads rose behind the cart that trailed, the clicks and clacks of Monty's hooves muffled by the stone of the gravel, her own feet dragging behind, olive skin tinged red with sun exhaustion.

"Hey ya Seanna! Gonna be round fire four tanight?!" She hadn't bothered looking up to see who called out to her.

"Ya, Ya, after I drop this off."

Her steps continued without a miss taken beat until she reached the cook house - she tied up Monty, unlatched the cart, and left it out back.

Standing there she stroked at the Clydesdale, her fingers running through his mane and with a long sigh she whispered the words. "We will have to do better tomorrow Monty."

~Anthony~

The mid day air was still hot and there was little air blowing at the moment for Anthony to get comfortable. He had been sitting at the desk putting away what he got from the last two trips the scavengers made out into the surrounding areas. It was getting harder and harder for them though, most of the buildings and vehicles around for nearly a mile have been searched clean and they were running out of places to look with relative safety.

The intermittent coughing of a man not far from him was all that he could make out of the day easily, he had gotten his leg cut deeply when farming and infection set in. Being forced to use some of the antibiotics on his wound was what kept him alive, but the last few days have been rough seeing as he could not use allot.

Anthony got up and walked outside, the lack of electricity was what made it worse because he could really do with some air conditioning at the moment. He could see the girl Seanna coming back from a day on hunting, but for the most part her cart was lax and it looked like the day was wearing on her as well. Anthony waited for her eyes to contact his before he gave her a deft nod and grabbing his canteen and medicine bag. He kept hoping that the sun would just hurry and runs its course before his beds would fill up with heat stroke cases.

"Seanna.."He said as he walked up on her.
"You may need to get more tomorrow, we got three new refugees in from out south while you were hunting." He holds out the striped canteen for her to take and gives a long turgid sigh as the wind finally begins to blow again.

From all the time spent living in camps and outdoors, Tessa thought that she'd be used to the heat. Sadly, she was mistaken. Strolling from her hut, she left to grab a couple of things to bring back to the Medics center, the heat taken a toll on most. A few wandered in, dizzy from the heat, some even hallucinating. There were few actually hurt, she recalled a man who had an infected cut on his leg as she entered the medic center, disappointed in how it seemed to get warmer. Her swollen stomach was doing flips as she made a quick round to check on patients, doing what she needed to make them comfortable before finally settling at her desk with a hefty sigh. Thankfully, the wind began to blow as Tessa spotted a fellow medic talking to one of the hunters, Seanna, she recalled. She eyed the cart she guided and sighed while rubbing her belly, things had been getting slow, and with this heat, everything seemed to drag on. Food and medicine were getting low and soon, the searches would have to venture farther out where if may take longer than a couple of days to find something and come back.

Absentmindedly, her eyes slid over to the pictures that sat on her desk: Salvaged pictures of her parents, and newer pictures of her and her husband, both smiling, happy and healthy. Tessa closed her eyes as they began to burn as memories flooded her mind, to distract herself, she brushed her hair behind her ears while trying to focus in on work. Opening her emerald eyes once more, the whites slightly red, she began to go over paperwork, not choosing to join in on the conversation between Anthony and Seanna. She had a hard time socializing anymore, and since her belly was starting to show, it wouldnt be long before she would have to stay in he hit instead of going out in search for more medicine and supplies. And her husband. Her eyes burned again as she began to record her findings, the fluttering kicks in her belly almost wanting to make her laugh despite the tears wanting to fall. She didnt want anyone thinking she had finally lost it.

It didnt mean they werent waiting for her to.

She could hear the whispers and the see pitiful looks that everyone shoots at her when they think she isnt looking. She's even noticed a grin or two from a couple of them, those Tessa failed to care about. They were only jealous of her and her husbands happiness, now she was miserable like everyone else. Kicked down a peg.

The sound of ripping paper snapped Tessa out of her thoughts when she realized she added too much pressure and tore through her reports. "Ugh! Great!" She growled, throwing her pen onto the desk before burying her face into her hands. Her eyes burned intensely, and the fluttering increased in her belly, her baby getting excite from herself getting upset. As her fingers found there way to her hair, she placed her chin on her desk, staring at the pictures once more. Her vision got blurry, and for a peircing moment, Tessa thought that she may actually have a breakdown anyway. Or maybe she was at the stage where her hormones really got out of control. She stayed silent, just staring as tears clung to her lashes, refusing to fall while her fingers tangled themselves in her hair.

He’d never say it out loud in front of anyone, but Hudson had a keen awareness that his was the one job on the camp that got easier year after year. The more the salvage team managed to bring back, the more he managed to set in place a network of water distribution systems that meant the majority of the crops looked after themselves. The only thing Hudson had to worry about for the most part was harvesting, planting and pest control. And it was that third point which caused him the most grief – whatever it was the invaders were doing to the planet it was making the bugs as desperate as the humans. It was a daily battle to keep them from devouring the abundant tomatoes, greens and beans, even from under the soft plastic greenhouses.

But battling the bugs wasn’t like the guard’s job, he couldn’t sit in a tower with a gun watching out for them. All he could do was seal the greenhouses and spray the right chemicals…as much as supplied allowed.

For that morning, he’d done all he could, apart from delivering the daily food package to the kitchen. Reclining in the fur-lined cot in the living area of his hut and rolled his head back and considered whether he could be bothered to do that right away, or whether it could wait. The sun was already high, and the pensive hum of activity around the camp didn’t make conditions much more comfortable.

With a reluctant groan, he hauled himself up and walked over to the trolley full of boxes fruit and veg he’d harvested that morning. It wasn’t a combination of foods that strictly added up to a meal, but that was for the cook to worry about, not Hudson.

Giving it a slight push to check the wheels hadn’t completely rusted off yet, he started off towards the culinary quarters.