Kitty floated through what was left of The Compound, singing at the top of her lungs. Very, very loudly. She was so busy leaning up against a stump and posing for an invisible audience, that she didn’t notice the shadowy … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Day 5
The cult member was up late, writing on a piece of homemade paper by candlelight. They touched their head where it throbbed – it was hard trying to remember the plot of The Beautician and the Beast from memory! But … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Day 4
It snowed in the night. The moonlight reflected off the white blanket, banishing the darkness but giving the quiet Compound a ghostly glow. The shivering cult member trudged through the freshly fallen snow, the cold having forced them away from … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Day 3
The ragged-looking figure wandered from shed to shed, down the broken paths and in and out of the patches of trees. They searched. As they passed the old well, they paused. From beneath the ground, a low rumble was heard, … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Day 2
It seemed like such a good idea. All these people had been so kind to you. And you had needed a place to go after…you know… And it was fine for a while. Sure, the farmhouse and all the sheds … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Day 1
How did you get here? Life hadn’t been that bad, right? It hadn’t been so terrible…for you to drop everything and follow a charismatic leader to the back woods of Maine. For you to start a new life on a … Continue reading Werewolves 142: The Compound – Signups
