@Lady Amalthea:
"That's another long ass story," Hanson chuckled, a mysterious glint in his eye. Those who knew him fairly well could tell, it was the look he got when he was lying.
"I did it to impress a girl--wanted to fuck her, ended up getting fucked over by Satan. Isn't that how shit always ends up going, though?" He doesn't talk all too much though, going a bit quiet. Amy might not be able to tell he's lying, but there's
definitely something going on here. However, Amy and Hanson are no longer alone in the church (see below).
@BlueSky44: Katsumi eventually stumbles upon a store with smashed in windows, books lying on the ground inside and outside. The broken sign reveals that this is Forgotten Relics, and a healthy coating of police tape, one of the last acts of the Altsoba PD, is trampled on the ground. Once she goes inside, she'll notice that practically every book she could dream of is on those shelves. However, that isn't the only thing. A plump man with shrunken eyes is sitting among the rubble, blood on his hands. Yep, you fucking guessed it. Another round of fighting the undead, huzzah! Katsumi is okay for now, but he manages to bodycheck her and send her to the ground.
@Witch Cat @Nallore: Sylvia is going to get a bit of an odd vibe about Sera. It's almost a sense that Sera used to have some great gift, only to have lost it forever--a bit of a sad vibe, to be honest. The area in the woods seems to be mostly calm, but being by those bodies can't be easy. If they try to turn around, a demonic voice will taunt them, almost beg for them to test its power and cross the town line. Leaving Altsoba isn't an option--might as well head back to town together?
@Witch Cat: It takes Eudora a bit, but eventually she spots the girl from her vision. Wearing a black dress and having her hair in braids, the girl emerges from a building. The building just so happens to be on fire, and in Mercurial's hands, she holds a gas mask and an empty container of kerosene. (See below for more details).
@Lady Amalthea @Pundii: Most of your information is contained below, but Belladonna and Javier are safe to proceed. Madame Violca can be found in the Shopping District, while the Faith Healer lives in a small little annex by the Methodist Church.
Mercurial Crypt
She couldn't help but find her parents to be slightly clingy. Some societies buried their children beneath the floorboards, a practice that Mercurial would not put past Javier and Belladonna. In fact, she knew that they likely very much wanted to smother her in her sleep. But, she reminded herself, it was just an expression of their love, the fact that they would be willing to end her miserable life and allow her to experience the greatest symphony of pain ever known. Still, sometimes she yearned for a cemetery of her own.
"He won't be coming back," Mercurial shrugged, fully intending on fetching her great uncle's things.
"No one returns from the Bermuda Triangle, mother dear." If she had been one to smile, she might have done so at the memories she had, learning to fence from her father. It was a necessary skill, swordplay. How else would she cut up her enemies?
Fetching her uncle's belongings, Mercurial returned as her parents finally made the decision to go out on their own. She had gone to see Father King on a few occasions as a child, mostly in order to study weakness. And Madame Violca was perhaps the only one who approved of Mercurial's favored tarot cast--it was a sort of Russian roulette, but in reverse. Only one card with beneficial meaning was allowed in the deck. It weaved a great tapestry of sorrow and tragedy, how could she not adore it?
Nodding at her parents, Mercurial exited the family home, her gas mask dangling from her wrist by the straps. She smirked slightly as she saw her target near. It was the home of an organization--one that championed the denial of rights and services. They irritated her in particular, claiming that abortions were the work of Satan. It was an insult that the Lord of Darkness would have gone so
soft."I love freedom of expression," Mercurial murmured, before entering the building. In less than ten minutes, it was ablaze, the fire alarm blaring, a signal for help that could never come. Only Mercurial emerged, as calm as ever, as she flicked a piece of dirt off the collar of her dress.
Jade Cornish
Location: On the Road ---> Altsoba County Prison
Interacting With: Darren
@Pundii
Jade smirked a bit, imagining a rap sheet about a mile long for Darren. He seemed to be the type that would get into trouble while trying to do the best thing, a bit of humor that tended to cheer her up in these times. As they drove, she gave him directions, only pausing when she glimpsed a burning vehicle on the road ahead of them, with a body near it. It was the wreckage the Sheriff had perished in--and curiously, there was no logical explanation Jade could think of.
"Bollocks," she muttered, before shaking her head slightly. They weren't too far from Altsoba County, as it was just past the farm. The idea was that the prisoners would be kept away from the main portion of town, but if anything, it just put the criminals closer to the highway--closer to escape. Strumming her fingers on her leg, Jade was a bit perplexed at the scene that greeted them.
"Does everything look too...ordinary...to you too?" Jade asked cautiously, seeing the quiet and otherwise well kept prison in front of them. There was no sign of rioting or destruction, as if the apocalypse had passed the criminals over, and let them be. And while the couldn't see anyone, no one being in the yard or in the towers, there were no bodies as well. It was still and quiet, enough that Jade felt herself get goosebumps.
"So, ex-con, know where everyone is?"
Aloise Zamora
"You sound confident," Aloise observed with a smile, almost defensively driving the yellow bug through the tattered streets. Her posture and body language suggested that she was in a war zone, back in the Marines, and it wasn't an entirely incorrect concept. Any undead she saw coming towards them she quickly avoided, merely slamming on the breaks, and taking a tight turn. And by some stroke of luck, Liam's directions were sufficient.
"Our Heavenly Father Methodist Church...Huh, long name," Aloise murmured, as she parked the car. The world might have been ending, but she wasn't going to just stop the car wherever, and she took the time to carefully parallel park. It was almost her way of preserving something akin to normalcy, until she shut off the car and grabbed her gun, glancing around with a calm eye.
"All clear for now. C'mon, let's move."She didn't let Liam protest. Having him walk behind her, Aloise carefully approached the church, peering inside quickly to confirm that the coast was clear. Once being sufficiently certain they were safe from any further danger, she motioned for Liam to follow her inside. It wasn't the fanciest church by any standards, with shabby pews and chipped stain glass. And at the very front, Aloise saw two strangers.
"One of you a Dr. Chang?" Aloise asked, gun in hand.
"My name's Aloise Zamora, ex-Marine. I'm here to help. And this....this is Liam...He's Australian."
