Feng knew it was going to be one hell of a night when she snagged half a bottle of the Hill Billy’s moonshine.
It had been tucked away in a barn on cold wind farm, under some hay. The bottle had glinted in the light, catching her eye, and when she recognized the smell she knew she couldn’t pass it up. If the killer found out it had been here, she’d most likely be on the top of his list for chainsaw-and-camp every match. But to her knowledge he hadn’t.
So, once she was back at the campfire, she slipped away as quickly and quietly as she could with a small bag of her other belongings. she didn’t own much, but she wasn’t going to leave it unsupervised whenever she could watch after it.
A little deep into the woods, the camp fire just a glimmer between the branches, Feng had sat herself against a tree. The bottle was a big one, and even though half of it was gone, she probably wouldn’t be going through more than a quarter.
To make the night even better, she decided to indulge in something she’d found a while ago. It was a huge surprise to find the weed growing in the woods, but she definitely wasn’t complaining; she took it as the entity trying to convince them to not just start killing themselves or giving up hope.
In any case, after a bit of drying and some half-assed curing, she had something that would most likely to something to her.
30 minutes in, she was getting a little bit loud. She hadn’t gone through much of the bottle, but had smoked quite a bit. She had her bag open as she sorted through her stored offerings, but was mostly just giggling and snorting as quietly as she could bring herself to in her state.
A crack of a branch made her head zip up quickly, giggles immediately stopped. She wiped at her mouth, a subconscious attempt to hide the smell that definitely permeated the area. “...Hello?”