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It had been a long day. The winter seemed to wear everyone down, especially the already tired campers. They were torn to pieces from the zombie apocalypse, and no one seemed to be in the mood to enjoy the lovely winter (as cold as it happened to be). That left Ben very lonely. He couldn’t find Anna or Jonas (his only two friends), so he wandered aimlessly around camp, looking for something to do. Not that Ben minded being alone. He was alone a lot, and it gave him time to think. Ben liked watching people and he was perfectly content with sitting on a bench in his winter coat and watching the campers hurry from one place to another. Ben would have prefered to have a conversation with someone, but no one was in the mood to chat and Ben didn’t know how to start up a conversation with a busy person, so he just watched.

For some reason, the cold never bothered Ben. He supposed that this was mostly due to the fact that the wind chilled the air so it was unbearable for most people. His father being the god of the winds, Ben barely noticed the wind and it wasn’t so cold without it. He could wear a thin sweatshirt with στρατόπεδο ημίθεος written on it and jeans and wouldn’t be bothered by the cold.

Once he noticed people moving towards the fire, Ben stood up to follow them, sticking his hands in his pockets and putting his head down. He wasn’t cold, but it seemed like a good place to find company (even if the only company he was going to get was the presence of others).

Sitting next to a girl with iridescent pink hair, Ben watched her make images in the flames. That was a cool power, Ben thought to himself. He knew he ought to say something but he didn’t want to disrupt her. Ben opened his mouth but quickly was overcome with a sense of cowardice and silenced himself. After waiting several minutes, Ben gained the courage to say something. ”I er- I like the flames.” He said rapidly, giving her a small smile.