<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Keeper Post</span><br/><hr/><em>1:20pm</em><br/><br/>In the quiet of the day, the scream would have cut through the calm air and eventually reach ears that were listening in the distance. The scream would be followed by more screaming and shuffling as people ran away from the site.<br/><br/>As Alyssa approached the far end of the RV Park where the Ash's had parked their Winnebago, she'd either see campers running away from the location or holing themselves up in their RV's. As Alyssa turned the corner, she'd see James' back turned to her, in his hands was a broom that was probably used by the groundskeeper to sweep trash with. At the other end of the broom, about a yard or two from the bristles was a mangy German Shepherd with a snarling maw. The dog looked dirty, as if it was running through a wet forest, but there was no mistaking the shade of crimson around its mouth.<br/><br/>Off to the side, supported by the rear tire of the Winnebago was Linda, who was barely conscious. Beside her was the groundskeeper, a girl around the age of Jake. She was tending to a wound on Linda's right arm, a wound in the shape of the teeth of a dog.<br/><br/>From the looks of it, it looked like James was simply keeping the hound at bay, away from his wife and the girl applying pressure to the wound. It also looked like she had a phone and was calling for help.<br/><br/>"Back up, dog!" James exclaimed, pushing the broom towards the dog, but this only provoked it more. As the broom got close, the dog lunged forward to chomp on the bristles. After a brief struggle, James' grip on the pole weakened until the broom was pulled from his grasp, the mundane tool tossed aside. Now James had no protection against this dog, which looked ready to pounce on the elderly man.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>Hunters permitted to reply to this post:</em>Alyssa Strum, Jesse