Thread: Bump in the Night Land [Quin x BD]

Finally some elbow room! Actually, there was more than enough, the sidewalks and shops deserted, with the occasional car left in the street. There was no sign of human life... or any life for that matter. The hustle and bustle had finally left the big city behind. Walking the streets in the early morning hours, the only sound that could be heard was the occasional click and crunch of glass underneath his Doc Martens. Fin turned this way and that casually, admiring the beauty of the tall buildings and skyscapers, looking so peaceful and calm without the harried crowds coming to and fro from their orifices. Taking a deep breath, he let it out with a contented sigh. He could finally breathe without all of the people around! Actually, if Fin was honest with himself, he was miserable without anybody else around and he'd been like this for a couple of weeks now. In fact, that's why he'd taken to talking to himself, even though hearing his voice aloud sometimes got him into trouble with the monsters that lurked around the world now, preying on humanity. It was a habit he couldn't seem to shake ever since he started doing it a couple weeks ago when he'd become separated from his family. He was afraid that if he ever did stop talking to himself, he'd have to face the fact that he lived in a world that had a tear in it, through which inter-dimensional monsters were spewing forth. What's the point of tackling hard questions anyway? said Steve, who was not there. Right? Fin responded, his voice echoing off the buildings' faces, alone and empty. Too messy. Besides, I just don't have the time for it. Wouldn't want to cut into your sittin' around time, said Steve. Fin glanced at the other, who didn't so much as walk as sort of glide beside him on the sidewalk. He couldn't decide if Steve was being sarcastic or not but decided to drop it, since it was making him uncomfortable anyway. Adjusting the strap of his backpack, he breezily commented, Hm, gettin' hungry. Wonder what we should get... Fin's voice trailed off as he heard sounds coming from a side street up ahead. Yeah, granola bar or cold pop tart? I'll try not to get too excited, said Steve. Ignoring him, Fin jogged to the corner, his breathing barely picking up by the time he got there. Wary of the sounds coming from down the street, louder now, the inhuman screams and growls echoing off the buildings that bordered them on either side, Fin carefully peered around the pet shop to see what the ruckus was about. I want a taco! With black olives! said Steve. Down near the end of the street, there was a young woman in the midst of battle. 4 unnatural monsters towered over her, swiping at her with fists and claws larger than her head. Their faces looked like horses... except when they opened their mouths, their faces splitting open to reveal rows of thin, sharp teeth. Standing alternatively on their back feet and then all fours as they circled the girl, their rear ends resembled some sort of reptile or lion' haunches. And to top it all off, they were odd colors with strange patterns upon their skins and they talked in distorted human voices, spouting nonsense as they tried to get the upper hand over the young woman. See more Tacos are not breakfast food, Fin murmured to himself distractedly, removing the gun from where it had been tucked into the waistband of his pants. Checking that it was loaded, he flicked the safety off and continued to watch from his corner perch. Sooooo.... not gonna help her? asked Steve. Fin shook his head without taking his eyes off the confrontation, waiting to see if his help would even be necessary.