<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/NCsOhwA.jpg)</div>Celeste stared at Abraham as he lifted the box so easily.  She tried to think of anything that might explain his appearance, either genetic or disease, but when nothing came to mind she shifted slightly to glance at the other women.  Neither seemed concerned from what she could tell.  The situation was starting to get Celeste's hair up but, without any valid argument against the directions, she moved to follow the others.  The heavy weight of her revolver was comforting at her hip.<br/><br/>The town had clearly seen better days, and Celeste couldn't help but wonder just what fate had befallen it.  Bad luck?  Bad weather?  Bad harvests?  She debated asking but, not wanting to offend, instead turned her attention to the animals.  How old were they?  What types of animals were they, and from what locales?