walls of alcohol [bren]

The muse cabin wasn't one of the most full cabins in camp, but it certainly wasn't one of the biggest either. It proportion to its campers, the size of the cabin was extremely unfair. Especially compared to, say, the Zeus cabin with so few members, but with a huge cabin. Was it fair? No. Could anything be done about it? Probably. Was anything going to get done about it? No.

David walked along the edge of the tree line to escape all the clutter, the people, and the camp in general. People frequented the forest, but due to its vastness, it was easy to find an uninhabited spot. David was doing so now, skirting around the edge until he was far from the camp. Then he plunged into the trees. As he distanced himself from the tree line he began to skip. Yes, skip. If he was happy, and nobody could see him, who cares?

As David went further he began to sing a tune. Modestly, David did not find himself to be much of a singer, however it was known that he had a fantastic voice. He sung "Overjoyed" by Bastille, quietly. Over time, however, he let his voice carry a little. The song was a particular favorite of his, for some unknown reason.

After a while, David stopped singing, raising his face to the air above. He breathed in a short whiff through his nose and looked around. There was definitely something detectable in the air, and to David, it was rank. He looked about the trees, but he could not immediately discern the source of the putrid odor.

David began to wander around the trees, suspecting that he was not alone here. If it was a camper, that was an easy fix. It was easy to just move to a different section of the forest. If it was a monster, well, that would be harder. David is not well known for fighting, plus, he had come to the forest totally unarmed and vulnerable. Even if the boy had a weapon, he would be completely clueless as to how to use it.

David's tension relaxed as the image of a girl in the forest revealed itself to David. However, almost immediately this feeling went away as he observed that something was obviously wrong. He approached slowly, and the closer he got the more he could make out her features. Her face was definitely red and shined as if recently wet. Around her eyes were black smears, probably from make up.

"Hey," he called, gently. His voice carried lightly and was rather nice to listen to, just like his singing. "Are you alright?" he asked. It was already obvious that she wasn't, but David had to ask anyway. It was probably none of his business, but he couldn't stand to see her like this.