The aroma of barbecue and happy camping memories was still hanging in the air when Cynthia Weiss led Lawrence Taft to the camp that sprawled within the confines of the old storage facility. There was still the murmur of conversation - even the laughter of a family at play.
The camp lay at the back of the facility, surrounded by a fence that was topped by ugly barbed wire. Camper vans, caravans and trailers poked up from behind the fence. Lights pierced the night - a mix of campfire, lamps, candles, and even torchlight.
At the front, along the street, the old facility's building was in darkness.
The Kindred knew there was a lock side door to the building. There was also the apparently unguarded gate at the back.
Up close, in the depths of the night, the camp created a sense of an inward facing world. Beyond the fence line did not matter. Beyond the fence was hostile.
This night the Kindred truly were strangers, looking in from the shadows at a happy little community. To which they did not belong.
This scene carries on directly from (Mystic Rivers) Arrivals. Any expenditures of Willpower and Blood carry over.
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