Certain facilities are no better than this fetid basement, but at least they delete the creatures from the consciousness of the vigilante society that is London. As I begin to withdraw the silver shard from the chest cavity, another constable appears bounding down the steps and stops short as he is greeted by the stench of the dwelling. One s on the loose. It s killed at least thirty people and is making for the castle. What that means to me is that perhaps one person lay dead with a slim chance that one or two more were injured and that the creature was heading west.
People are prone to exaggerate when faced with an uncertain fear.
My pistol is in my carriage, see to it and ensure that a silver bullet is along with it . As soon as I called for my weapon, I regretted it. Within minutes, I was sure, half the city of London would know that I was on the hunt, silver bullet in hand. Unfortunately, I am a civilized and highly recognizable constable and can not go murdering my juniors as I see fit or perhaps I could have avoided the whole mess. This site is an appendage of CHUD.COM and is owned by Nick Nunziata .