The fire burned brightly, casting its warm light over those who gathered around it, just as the fire of the sun slowly faded beyond the horizon. Some wore the iconic jackets of Eclipse, some wore less-distinguishing clothing with the icon upon them in a different form. They were laughing, clinking bottles of whatever passed for a good drink in this area. Above the din of merriment came the sound of a guitar strumming; some of them were even singing along to it, a shanty born from the new world with an equal amount of profanity to match their mood. At the epicentre of the slowly-growing group was the Treasurer himself, Ian Donnaghan, giving a series of lively strums on an old acoustic guitar to match the enthusiasm of the slowly gathering crowd. The Infected doctor had never been much of guitarist before the world ended, but after awakening from the blood haze after so long, he had taken to learning more in those early years so as to keep himself sane in the face of loneliness.

It had all started slowly of course, an idea born of spontaneity on his part; Ian had grown dismayed at how the people of this day and age seemed to set their collective soul aside for the sake of survival; everyone, even Eclipse, seemed to fall prey to this collective death of the human soul. It was in another moment of contemplating this when he saw the gleam of his guitar strings in the corner of his eye; from that moment on, he was practically possessed by the spirit he sought to once more incite in others. With the instrument in hand, Ian parked himself outside of the Communal Hall next to one of the more open flaming barrels; in that moment, keenly hearing his fingers against the strings, he began to play. From that moment on, he had simply played requests...but now the Vampire had something in mind on his own, a song that had been obscure to most even in the old world, now forgotten by most in the new world. In that distinctive English accent of his, he would address the crowd as he began to play it.

"Alrighty then everyone, here's a gem from my youth...a little something that from the world that was... His own voice, for the first time in a long time, broke into a song from deep within him.

"An old man by a seashore at the end of day,
Gazes the horizon with sea winds in his face...."