summer had hit the manor rather hard this year. but surprisingly, Ms. Nightingale had been rather nice and allowed both survivors and hunters to take a beach day.

you don’t remember how long it had been since you felt the sun on your face, or the warmth of sand soothing your skin..

Norton trots up, tearing you from your closed-eye fantasy. with ice cream?— only for him to trip in the sand and drop it.

“…ah, shit.” he chuckles, moving to wipe the melted ice cream off of himself.