Regan huffed out a soft breath before starting her stew. She was fairly tired of stew, but it was keeping her alive. She made everything up, and soon enough everyone started to show up with plates and bowls, conveniently just as she'd finished off. Tyler hadn't shown up just yet, so she poured her food and went to sit next to another small group... if he showed up, then she'd go and keep him company, however, he was out hunting, so she wasn't sure how long he'd be.

Tyler finally finished cooking the deer sticks and wrapped them in a small tarp, bringing them back to the camp slung over his shoulder. Tyler went and grabbed an extra plate of stew before going back to the black table, setting both the tarp of deersticks and the stew down. He started eating, being hungry after that long process.

Regan sat happily for a while, chatting away with whoever came to sit with her. Tyler had shown up, but if he wanted to come and sit with her then he could... she didn't overly care, but for now she was happy to be talking away to whoever was willing to listen to her. She made the dinner most nights, so people did like to be on her good side, as far as she could tell.

Tyler finished the stew quickly, picking up the deer sticks and exiting the camp. He walked just a few feet, then stopped at a bigger tree. Tyler examined it for a moment, shook his head, sighed, and walked back to the tree he normally slept in. He jumped up into it, wincing slightly because he had to catch himself with one arm and there was about 20 pounds of extra meat. He finally got up in the tree, hanging the deer sticks a ways up.

Regan finished off after a short while, and went to clear up... everyone seemed friendly... overly friendly, and it did make her fairly uncomfortable. She sighed softly as she worked away. She did want to ask Tyler if he'd noticed the unusual patterns of the rest of the people here. They all seemed to scatter... disappear... but they hadn't told her about anything.

Tyler tied the bag up tight before swinging down, half falling the last ten feet. He was still tired... obviously. Tyler did, thankfully land on his feet. He regained his balance and walked over to where Regan was picking up. "Need help with anything?" Tyler asked, knowing he was a little late but asking anyway. He glanced around, wondering why people disappeared so quickly. And why he hadn't seen Lily for a while... it was definetely okay with him, but he didn't want anybody getting hurt.

Regan jumped a little bit at Tylers voice but nodded lightly to him with a smile. "Oh, yes please," she chirped happily to him. "There's a few plates and things that need washing," she chirped before turning to wash the plates. "Have you seen where everyone goes? They only show up to eat," she told him with a bit of a frown.

Tyler nodded and started scrubbing plates, glancing over when Regan spoke again. "No... I was wondering the same thing. Though I did notice that Darrel..." Tyler paused for a moment to make sure he had the right name. "Did not come back." He finished. "I have a feeling they are going somewhere that is not the safest... and it definetely isn't good if one of them is already... lost." Tyler fixed his words, refusing to say dead. Or rabid. Or an idiot... but that one seemed to fit better than the other two.

Regan cocked her head. "Waaaas that the one you were meant to be sharing a room with?" She asked curiously. She had noticed the place... thinning out a little bit over the week and a bit that they'd been there. "I don't even know where they're going... but they're being fairly secretive about it all." She murmured quietly. She was getting a bad feeling about it all... she was fairly nervous about the people here.

Tyler thought for a moment. "Nooo..." He said quietly. "I don't know either, and it is super creepy." Tyler said quietly, sighing. He finished cleaning the plates and sat back, thinking. "I really do wonder where they are going... but I don't want to follow them because if they are going someplace dangerous ima not risk my life." Tyler mused, shaking his head. "all I can say is... it is creepy, and I definetely don't want to be caught in the middle of it." He huffed. (Sorry by brother is speaking to me at the same time as I am typing, so I'm a little absent minded)