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New Fairfield tended to be a quiet kind of place. Peaceful. A good place to be, if you happened to be displaced from your native timestream by about two centuries and some change.
The downtown was cute, and Scotty liked grocery shopping there. Mostly because there were a bunch of organic foodie types who lived in the area, and so that meant that the local stores had a decent selection of food that wasn't laden with all sorts of pesticides and whatnot. Today had been quiet, which was just a nice bonus.
Well. It was a nice bonus until he got the most eerie feeling, upon stepping out of the little grocery store. Inside, the clerk had barely been paying attention to the register, for watching the television. Outside, it was unnervingly quiet for an early Sunday evening. It took him a few moments to place it.
There weren't any birds.
Scotty adjusted the bag into his opposite arm, looking skywards.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Wait...
He saw a speck of something, up high. After another second, he identified it as a jetplane. Just a regular, run-of-the-mill passenger plane. As he watched, the trajectory of it seemed a bit off. And it seemed to be getting bigger, too, as it disappeared behind the treeline and hills.
A few more eerie moments later, he started around the corner for where the car was parked. Figured that right about now, he was quite keen on retreating back to their little time-share place off in the woods, and shaking off the strange sensation. He nearly ran into someone on the other side, and barely checked himself.
Fuck.
The person he ran into was... was bloody. Literally bloody. Scotty backpedaled automatically, eyes gone wide. "Are ye a'right?!" he asked, trying to see where the person was wounded.
The person let out the most horrifying sound from somewhere in its chest and lunged, even as the sound of a massive crash rumbled in the distance.
All it managed to catch was a whole cloth bag of organic food, and a glimpse of a black-haired Scot running for his life.
The downtown was cute, and Scotty liked grocery shopping there. Mostly because there were a bunch of organic foodie types who lived in the area, and so that meant that the local stores had a decent selection of food that wasn't laden with all sorts of pesticides and whatnot. Today had been quiet, which was just a nice bonus.
Well. It was a nice bonus until he got the most eerie feeling, upon stepping out of the little grocery store. Inside, the clerk had barely been paying attention to the register, for watching the television. Outside, it was unnervingly quiet for an early Sunday evening. It took him a few moments to place it.
There weren't any birds.
Scotty adjusted the bag into his opposite arm, looking skywards.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Wait...
He saw a speck of something, up high. After another second, he identified it as a jetplane. Just a regular, run-of-the-mill passenger plane. As he watched, the trajectory of it seemed a bit off. And it seemed to be getting bigger, too, as it disappeared behind the treeline and hills.
A few more eerie moments later, he started around the corner for where the car was parked. Figured that right about now, he was quite keen on retreating back to their little time-share place off in the woods, and shaking off the strange sensation. He nearly ran into someone on the other side, and barely checked himself.
Fuck.
The person he ran into was... was bloody. Literally bloody. Scotty backpedaled automatically, eyes gone wide. "Are ye a'right?!" he asked, trying to see where the person was wounded.
The person let out the most horrifying sound from somewhere in its chest and lunged, even as the sound of a massive crash rumbled in the distance.
All it managed to catch was a whole cloth bag of organic food, and a glimpse of a black-haired Scot running for his life.