<i>~The Next Day~</i><br/><br/>Dawn broke early. The orange sun glew over the horizon as Jerrick and Eos walked along the dust covered broken pavement of an<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Famandafullwoodma.files.wordpress.com%2F2013%2F12%2Froad_suburbs_12001.jpg&amp;hash=2924cefb835218300cc5679ce0dadc71" href="https://amandafullwoodma.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/road_suburbs_12001.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">old neighborhood</a>. At any other time, this place might be prime local for a scavenging run, but Jerrick had instructed her not too- apparently, this things senses were top notch. Voss was flying over head, being Jerrick's lookout, as they checked the buildings. While it wouldn't been easier if Devos just sniffed it out, Jerrick had nothing that had the creatures scent on it, making the point mute. The most in the area were just<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Forig00.deviantart.net%2F1c8b%2Ff%2F2012%2F069%2Fa%2F8%2Fmonster___bloodsports_6_by_kolsga-d4scgw8.jpg&amp;hash=a07b5d78b3010232e2cc32eea04bbc91" href="https://orig00.deviantart.net/1c8b/f/2012/069/a/8/monster___bloodsports_6_by_kolsga-d4scgw8.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Snappers</a>, small scavenger vysts. Jerrick, however, ensured they killed each and everyone that they came across. Though the Meat, Fur, Hide, and Bones were valuable, it wasn't exactly worth the effort it took to catch them and kill them.<br/><br/>Jerrick said they could alert the creature, but there was....an odd hatred in his eye for the creatures.<br/><br/>They'd arrive at a less than pretty scene- a Ruined Caravan, picked over by Snappers, and it was clear whatever hit it was not too long ago- The bodies were still fresh. Jerrick would kneel down and check them. "<b>Damn......this Caravan is from Castor's Outfit. He'll be pissed." </b>He said. Castor was a renown weapon's dealer, using an moat of toxic waste to protective a fully operable munitions factory. Castor was HIGHLY protective over his staff, so him losing some to whatever Vyst this was would lead to bloodshed. Jerrick would just check around as he saw Voss fly in a direction, pulling his shotgun from his back. "<b>Voss has a bead on it- This will be hell, but that creature needs to go down- This is the sixteenth caravan it's hit. Time for some payback." </b>He said, as he would walk past a foot print.<br/><br/>It was big- Whatever they were hunting was no small Vyst. It likely came from the Inner States, migrating outward. Jerrick would check the local area and begin planning an escape route if things went bad- He placed Landmines and trip wire mines around the area, so if it got too much for them, they could lead it into a trap and hit it while it's hurt. It was clear Jerrick had experience hunting these things as he would put one down. "<b>Damn things have caused enough trouble- If I am correct, this is one I owe a personal debt too- I hate most Vysts on principle alone, but if this is who I think it is......I'm going to carve it up real nice." </b>He said. His tone was vengeful. He had a clear vendetta against Vysts, it seemed. Most either accepted they were there or tried to find out WHY they existed.<br/><br/>He just wanted him dead- Well, it was better Anger over Apathy. At least he cared.<br/><br/>Finally, after almost three hours, they'd find it- At an old<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2Fcdn.playbuzz.com%2Fcdn%2F94e5ea61-bc9c-49a1-8428-09eb43b6d54b%2Ff098c508-be46-4afd-9d14-af085a61d161.jpg&amp;hash=5f71201783a8114a8d142dfb28c4e19b" href="http://cdn.playbuzz.com/cdn/94e5ea61-bc9c-49a1-8428-09eb43b6d54b/f098c508-be46-4afd-9d14-af085a61d161.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank"> retail store</a>was their prey, a female<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F736x%2F84%2F08%2F4b%2F84084b26a7e0ea7fffbdb09d5156e016--fallout-mods-post-apocalyptic.jpg&amp;hash=31797ab5ea432a9d477ce9c226b4ce27" href="https://i.pinimg.com/736x/84/08/4b/84084b26a7e0ea7fffbdb09d5156e016--fallout-mods-post-apocalyptic.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Crococlaw</a>was outside, lazing about, likely full after her latest meal. Jerrick looked at her with narrowed eyes, before nodding. "<b>The scar along her Maw, the broken claw.....Yeah, that's her alright.....You're going to pay for what you did to my Home, you bitch.....That I promise." </b>He said, pulling his shotgun off his back, as he looked towards Eos. "<b>I'm going to move in close, keep it's attention on me- You take the first shot and do me a favor- Make it suffer." </b>He said, as he went to get into position.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="536" data-username="@Solunae" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/536/">@Solunae</a>