"Now stay."
Boris looked at the mass of Corpse People. It was something of a disturbing sight,all of the eys looking at him in the same way,at the same time.
But still,he knew they could never harm him,so he walked back to the huddled up circle of caravans,eyeing a group of police come by. The one in front was elderly,his uniform tidier and his badge shinier.
Walking towards them at a brisk pace,he bowed his head slightly and began to speak.
"Good evening gentlemen...I'm afraid we need to set up soon,so if you'll just follo-"
He was cut off by the old man in front.
"Saaave it, young'n... Yooou travelin' folk...All alike,I say!"
Biting his lower lip,Boris nodded again,trying to keep his temper.













