As the bronze bell on the lone watchtower to the east rang, indicating it was time for the meal, the group naturally dispersed.
The camera followed the nervous actor in the suit. His sweating hands couldn't help but firmly tuck the card into his breast pocket.
"'Are these guys not actors? What's going on?' was what he was thinking."
As scrumptiously as he could, he glanced around.
"It felt eerie to him, to pretty much all of them. Something about the whole thing felt slightly off. The faces of this group, which could hardly be called a cast, were marked with discomfort and uncertainty. A lack of itinerary or any semblance of structure made the whole affair feel suspect."
As they walked alongside one another, little islands naturally formed among the group.
"Removed from this cluster of moving garbage was the odd one who watched from behind."
