Colour Of The Trap || Rosita & Gareth
They had laid Marti to rest that morning. As a group they gathered, said words in final respect, and buried her in the cemetery with the others. Unlike so many in this new world, she had a proper burial. It was one of the perks of their community. They were not forced to die as animals, left to rot in the open air. The community would remember them always. It was their way.
With her death, their community now had a vacancy, one which could be filled from the nameless waiting their turn now to fulfill destiny. It was rare, an opportunity like this. Gareth had his reasons for wanting the numbers to stay at a steady place, but basically it was a matter of when one left them, either in death or moving on, they let another in.
Gareth sat in the chapel, before the freshly painted shrine to Marti - her favorite shawl and a clay frog from Mexico that she'd managed to keep with her intact all this time. He lit the first candle of many and closed his eyes, thinking of the woman and all she had contributed to their community. He spent a while in quiet reflection before he heard the door open, and the soft shuffle of feet which paused just outside the circle.
After a few moments, he opened his eyes and turned to find Gabriel, a worried expression on his face. "We have a problem. One of our guests from the newest intake is being disruptive." Gareth nodded and stood, following Gabriel out of the chapel.