[Mayfield 6] - Tired - backdated a bit to day 2
[Phone]
I don't know who you are, but Hilda told me there was somebody looking for Hilbert earlier.
I'm sorry, he's been killed.
[No other way to say it, really.]
[Action]
[If there was anything to be glad about, it was that the night had been uneventful. After Hilda had gone to bed late while he slept, Holland had been awake in the dark hours of the morning keeping watch. He'd purposefully kept the lights off, only using a flashlight when it was absolutely necessary. Over the windows that Nena had broken earlier, he'd tried to put some cardboard, pushing some bookshelves against them as well. It wasn't very safe here; maybe they should go to another house in the morning.
Maybe people would assume they weren't home.
Right.
So he rested in the armchair in the dark, rifle, the handgun and the hammer next to him. It was . . . he simply felt tired. Finding Hilbert dead on the route to school was pretty jarring to them both, and even though the kid wasn't really his son, he felt responsible for him and besides that, he liked Hilbert and Hilda. They were good kids and never gave him any kind of trouble.
He wouldn't let anything happen to Hilda; he wondered, too, where Japan and Spain were, where Lucas was, and Batgirl too, and hoped they were alright. He might have even wondered where Charles was. Maybe.
It was finally starting to get light, the faintest hints of sunrise spreading through the dark of the sky. Netherlands sighed, then checked the handgun again.]
I don't know who you are, but Hilda told me there was somebody looking for Hilbert earlier.
I'm sorry, he's been killed.
[No other way to say it, really.]
[Action]
[If there was anything to be glad about, it was that the night had been uneventful. After Hilda had gone to bed late while he slept, Holland had been awake in the dark hours of the morning keeping watch. He'd purposefully kept the lights off, only using a flashlight when it was absolutely necessary. Over the windows that Nena had broken earlier, he'd tried to put some cardboard, pushing some bookshelves against them as well. It wasn't very safe here; maybe they should go to another house in the morning.
Maybe people would assume they weren't home.
Right.
So he rested in the armchair in the dark, rifle, the handgun and the hammer next to him. It was . . . he simply felt tired. Finding Hilbert dead on the route to school was pretty jarring to them both, and even though the kid wasn't really his son, he felt responsible for him and besides that, he liked Hilbert and Hilda. They were good kids and never gave him any kind of trouble.
He wouldn't let anything happen to Hilda; he wondered, too, where Japan and Spain were, where Lucas was, and Batgirl too, and hoped they were alright. He might have even wondered where Charles was. Maybe.
It was finally starting to get light, the faintest hints of sunrise spreading through the dark of the sky. Netherlands sighed, then checked the handgun again.]