They found a dead artist on a road. There was a logger. We were camping outside. He is staying down a logging road several miles away. We hiked back to the artist. The ground and trees are weird in color. We also got a new friend - Scott Fisher.
We do a watch. Henry has some horrible sleep. Miles has a french press. We all notice that Henry looks like poop. Miles hears some weird buzzing. Natural buzzing -- not mechanical. We decide to stay on course and go north toward the artist. We walk a little further and come to a clearing -- the trees thin out. We do some general listen/looking -- there isn't much going on. It's tooo quiet.
Brad wants to go straight into the clearing. There are tents in the clearing. On the far side. No people but four sleeping tents and one larger tent. I stay back near the trees. Henry tries to climb a tree - he failed. Outside the large tent are some broken easels - crushed things. Brad investigates the tents - the big tent. There is also a cold firepit. They find a notebook, notepads, canvases, etc. Also a rifle (loaded) and Texan hat. Miles takes the Texan hat. Brad checked out all the tents.
Scott notes that something was dragged off toward the north. I take the notebook. The artists are from Boston. Came for an Art Course. There are frightening dreams. They met Brian and Arthur Hall who has had the same dreams. We met Alaistair and George before. We go into the woods which are thick -- single file. After a few hours, we come to another clearing. There are a few huts and there are sounds of machinery. No people are present. There is also a steep incline. We go up - Brad was doing recon.
They leave me with a shotgun while they go investigate. Although I suck at rifle.
The guys go down and talk to people in the camp/ work site. They do blasting. There is a lot of chaos. They are full of shenanigans. They don't get very far