End of Night One:

The first night of the convention seemed the longest, and the moon shown full as a fresh biscuit in the night sky. The liquor and song poured out across all of Pocatello, and the surrounding jungle. Perhaps it was the liquor, or the possible venereal disease, but one of the loosest women of the group, now known to many, spouted a premonition of a zombie invasion, then wandered off into one of the local bars on the edge of town, where she got drunk and pounced on men. Meanwhile, several of those back at camp began feeling a strange itchy sensation in their nether regions.

After the early evening had passed, Spokane, one of the youngest and fresh faced of the convention, headed back to the the hotel where his wife waited. Neither he, nor the eyes that scoured those who wandered in and out of town made note of each other. Perhaps his innocent face had saved him this time.


Fully dead:

Sarathos

Still around:

boudica
777Aries777
Quintus.JC
Caius
YLC
Andres
Tiberius of the Drake
Siguard
CountArach
187Beefyz
ATPG
Reenk Roink

Begin Day Two
You have 48 hours.