You've Got Red On You

Jericho Thoughts:
11/6/21
 
Well that went to hell in a fucking hand basket.
 
First thing’s first. We were all going to pay Lot a visit, it had been donkey’s years since we had seen the ol’ bastard. Just before we had gotten through the closet we all felt… “off” It wasn’t easy to place but there was nothing we were gonna be able to figure it out from just sitting around. Onward to the Totem.
 
After arriving spirit side at the U-Stor-It we were shocked to see that Lot was nowhere to be seen. He is usually greeting us at the door or showing up a few moments later, but we didn’t see hide nor hair. A little alarmed, we started looking around and asking around but didn’t pick up a trail. As we were faffin’ about we got the idea that something might have been taken from the storage facility without the proper owner’s permission. That meant, we were gonna have to find some stolen goods.
 
Back in the flesh we headed back to the U-Stor-It and started poking around. I went to the front and started looking at the security footage to see if I caught a glimpse of anything useful while letting Greg the guy on duty know what was going on. Temporarily distracted, the rest of the group got to work looking around for anything out of place.
 
They ended up finding a hole in the fence and a storage unit that was gutted, nothing left. I went back up to the front to try and see if I could get a glimpse of any clues, and look up the owner of the unit. Greg started actually giving a shit and asked me to take my friends and leave, the prick even tattled on me, I don’t see why that was necessary.
 
3 of us followed the trail out of the facility through the hole in the fence while Will and I went to get his car. On the way I texted Sandra to let her know about the hole and the empty unit. We met up the the rest of the gang at some squat building a few miles away. The place looked like it had seen a squatter or two. The windows were all boarded up and everything.
 
Not finding a way in, I just figured I would knock on the door and maybe they would open up. That's when we heard a pistol let loose from deep inside the house, probably towards the back where Rufus was. It was on.
 
I stepped aside to let the beef cakes go past but that door was giving them a hell of a lot of trouble (maybe I can figure out a way to do something about that in the future). We heard a couple more gun shots, at least one in our direction, before a bone chilling, guttural, growel split the night. We could smell the anger and rage in the air, we could feel the frenzy building up in our blood. It must have taken hold in Will, cause he started to change too... To a ruthless beast.
 
Can’t have that.. I shut him down in an instant, then pulled him off the steps so he didn’t get capped again. Poor bastard was gonna get real tired of me if I have to keep doing this to him. It didn’t take long for Rufus to get inside and rip a couple people apart. One slipped by out the back but Barnaby chased him down. When there wasn’t anyone else for Rufus to tear into he fled somewhere into the night. I hope he has the mental fortitude to go into the woods or something, or he’s gonna get us into an enormous problem.
 
Speaking of problems.. There was one left, but he had seen too much. From what I hear, Will executed him on the spot and we all took off to the sound of sirens in the night. The night is still young.