Well, the grease on the smoke is somebody's pig, by the look of things. Spit-roasting makes that kind of thing easier to see. Doesn't look like the pig's owner is the one who built the fire, though. Not unless folks who piece their leather garb together with torn-off soda can pull tabs instead of proper straps and buckles raise pork, anyway. There's five or six of them around the fire, with varying degrees of armament each; one of them's got what looks like an old gas mask or hazmat hood or something pushed up on her head. Another's sitting next to what was once a construction hard hat before it was decked out in spikes and unhealthy colors. It's hard to tell at this distance, but they don't look like the kind of people who take good care of themselves, in much the same way that the 'after' picture from an anti-methamphetamine campaign doesn't really look like someone who takes care of himself.

Oh, and they've got prisoners- or at least a couple of people are seated on the ground back to back to back and surrounded by torn-up chicken wire held to the ground by cinderblocks, so either they're prisoners or this is the worst live-action roleplay setup ever for people whose characters've been 'killed'.