Steps of Skittle Cabin, Thursday Evening
Dru has spent part of the afternoon trying to pin down the cause of her bad feeling. After seeing several of the voids where businesses had been and then crossing paths with some of the nasty creatures that had apparently appeared on the island, she'd gone to the gun range and gotten her gun.
Her trip back to the cabins had been mostly uneventful, as long as you didn't count narrowly avoiding falling into one of the weird rifts.
Once at the cabin Dru renewed the wards on the doors and windows, then brewed a pot of coffee before taking up a position on the front steps of the cabin, her gun at her side, discreetly hidden under a crumpled sweatshirt.
Tonight, she was going to keep watch.
Her trip back to the cabins had been mostly uneventful, as long as you didn't count narrowly avoiding falling into one of the weird rifts.
Once at the cabin Dru renewed the wards on the doors and windows, then brewed a pot of coffee before taking up a position on the front steps of the cabin, her gun at her side, discreetly hidden under a crumpled sweatshirt.
Tonight, she was going to keep watch.