Having been holed away inside the trailer for days on end, Henley was finally ready to step back out into the world. Well, maybe not the world, but at least the carnival grounds. Her right forearm was still bandaged up from that awful brush with the zombie, but Henley was feeling better about it. She was still human and the bite had healed to the point where it no longer ached, but itched annoyingly instead. It took all of her free will not to scratch it through the white cloth bandage.
When she snapped back to reality, she saw someone in the distance whose attire made them stick out like a sore thumb. Henley knew that usually indicated a new arrival. She gave a sympathetic smile, remembering when she’d first arrived, and approached the young man, trying her best to seem nonthreatening.
“It’s alright, don’t panic. I think I can explain.” She gave the young man another lookover. Either he had come from a faire of some kind or he’d come from pretty far back in the past. Henley nodded to the side where a stool sat. “Have a seat, this is pretty intense stuff.”