[Henry] Good Morning Spencer
Who: Henry, Noah, Jason, Xander
Where: Henry and Noah's house in Spencer, Illinois
When: June 14, early morning
Invited: Everyone in the house and anyone who might want to stop by
Status: Complete
Henry'd been restless all night, gotten up to check on Noah a few times, and fallen into a fitful sleep in the wee hours. He woke before dawn in a rush of adrenalin. Something was different, wrong. Henry didn't know what had woken him; he just knew it set off his mental alarms. The house was quite. He dressed quickly, stopped to look in on Noah again- he was still sleeping- and made his way down the back stairs to the kitchen (his trusty shotgun along just in case).
Outside was quiet, too. Henry made the rounds of the house and aside from a couple of vultures snacking on the carcass of the thing that had attacked Jason the night before, everything looked find around the house. Not wanting to wake or worry those sleeping in his house, he left the vultures be. Better that thing not be there on the lawn attracting something worse anyway. Since it was getting light, he made his way through the yards checking on the sheds where he had supplies stored and over to the penned in section to feed the chickens.
As he approached the coop he saw that the ground was littered with feathers. And fur. And gore. Something had devoured all the animals they'd had there. So much for raising livestock. Henry made a check of the rest of the stores- nothing else had been disturbed- and made his way back to the blue house and the others.
Going in the front door, he noted the blanket cover lump on the couch- the injured man was still sleeping. He heard stirring from upstairs, so he went into the kitchen to get coffee started (and put the kettle on for Noah's green tea).
Where: Henry and Noah's house in Spencer, Illinois
When: June 14, early morning
Invited: Everyone in the house and anyone who might want to stop by
Status: Complete
Henry'd been restless all night, gotten up to check on Noah a few times, and fallen into a fitful sleep in the wee hours. He woke before dawn in a rush of adrenalin. Something was different, wrong. Henry didn't know what had woken him; he just knew it set off his mental alarms. The house was quite. He dressed quickly, stopped to look in on Noah again- he was still sleeping- and made his way down the back stairs to the kitchen (his trusty shotgun along just in case).
Outside was quiet, too. Henry made the rounds of the house and aside from a couple of vultures snacking on the carcass of the thing that had attacked Jason the night before, everything looked find around the house. Not wanting to wake or worry those sleeping in his house, he left the vultures be. Better that thing not be there on the lawn attracting something worse anyway. Since it was getting light, he made his way through the yards checking on the sheds where he had supplies stored and over to the penned in section to feed the chickens.
As he approached the coop he saw that the ground was littered with feathers. And fur. And gore. Something had devoured all the animals they'd had there. So much for raising livestock. Henry made a check of the rest of the stores- nothing else had been disturbed- and made his way back to the blue house and the others.
Going in the front door, he noted the blanket cover lump on the couch- the injured man was still sleeping. He heard stirring from upstairs, so he went into the kitchen to get coffee started (and put the kettle on for Noah's green tea).