[Paleville] Spiral
The woods were just as he remembered them. Dark and foreboding, the occasional dog running out at them. Sometimes he would see something off in the distance, another one of those nurse creatures, sometimes something else- larger. He'd run after them if they were sufficiently close, always hitting them with his flashlight. He'd bludgeon them immediately, making sure they didn't have time to move around him and get to Eileen. Making the first move was the best option- plus, he was finding he didn't mind it. He hated when dogs caught him unaware, but he managed to jump into them, only catching a few bites and scratches so far.
It had been a very long walk towards Lynn's house- honestly, though, not as long as it should have been. It would make the map hard to follow exactly, but really, that was the least of their worries. He still didn't feel quite right. In fact, Henry's mind kept fuzzing over, and it was hard to concentrate. He'd assume it was the oppressive air, pervasive even here in the great 'outdoors'. But no, there was something else. Everything seemed tilted, one way too far or another. Still, other worries.
He checks the map, near useless as it is now, and finds they're on the right street. It wouldn't be far now. As soon as he folds up the map to tell Eileen this, he sees another figure behind her, about twenty feet. He's out of breath, but he runs quickly, charging it so it barely has time to turn before he's clocked it upside the head. He stomps on it heavily, then leans with his hands on his knees, panting. "There's a lot of these damn things, aren't there?" he asks Eileen, out of breath.
It had been a very long walk towards Lynn's house- honestly, though, not as long as it should have been. It would make the map hard to follow exactly, but really, that was the least of their worries. He still didn't feel quite right. In fact, Henry's mind kept fuzzing over, and it was hard to concentrate. He'd assume it was the oppressive air, pervasive even here in the great 'outdoors'. But no, there was something else. Everything seemed tilted, one way too far or another. Still, other worries.
He checks the map, near useless as it is now, and finds they're on the right street. It wouldn't be far now. As soon as he folds up the map to tell Eileen this, he sees another figure behind her, about twenty feet. He's out of breath, but he runs quickly, charging it so it barely has time to turn before he's clocked it upside the head. He stomps on it heavily, then leans with his hands on his knees, panting. "There's a lot of these damn things, aren't there?" he asks Eileen, out of breath.