IC: Backdated to soon after the GREAT MOVE

[Sometime after this occurs, a certain failemp is groggily wiping a hand over his damp forehead and groaning. His mind flashes through bleary scenes of sadistically grinning moons, massive bonfires and... an unfortunately undressed zombie pair. Somehow, he doubts they are mere products of his feverish mind. A feeling that grows even stronger as he notices the strange shade of yellow at the corner of the nearby window. He manages to shift himself upright on the hospital bed, although his weakened arms still shake slightly in the process. Another several minutes and a set of calculated maneuvers find him leaning heavily against the window ledge, one hand pressed flat against the glass, as he gapes at fields of corn.]



A farm...