POV from now on: Bobby's.
The great loony isn't a vast place by many standards, it was about the size of a large trailer park that was pebbled with small trailers equipped with high tech surveillance gear and bomb bunkers.
But that really didn't make his job any easier, even if he destroyed all these trailers and bunkers there is no total guarantee that he'll find Bobby. So what to do?
The place was surprisingly spacious, for a underground bunker anyway. While there was a little room to maneuver around walk for a normal person that space was being taken up by five people (three humans, a tall vampire-like being and a dragon man), sure things was a little cramped, and slightly tensed, but there was a reason for them being here.
NDI.
"I'm going out for some air," the dragon said as he slid to the hatch trying not step on any toes. "I'll be back."
"Just be back before dinner," a woman with red hair said.
Fresh air, I almost forgot the stuff was like after spending the last two days hiding in a bunker. That RTE meal stuff doesn't exactly help with the situation ether.
I cleared my head of those thoughts as I looked up to the stars above me, they seem to sparkle like little diamond against a black velvet setting. While my mind was telling me that was so corny, but it was so true. The moon itself was in it's crescent form, there wasn't much light being cased down upon earth.
Even if it was more full I doubt it still wouldn't matter, everything was messed up. I'm homesick, life on the lamb sucks, I miss my games and watching tv, hell I even miss reading a book once in a while. I miss talking to people without it leading into a battle, a deep and very dark reviolation about my damn genes and/or having it end up sending a battalion of soldiers my way.
You know, in those comics the bio-weapon soldier don't have to worry about homesickness, just enjoying a nice quite night or having their parents tag along with them. But here I am, finally enjoying a quite night while it last.
What's the catch? I thought as I crossed my arms, I was a little chilled from the air. I would kill to have a shirt at them moment, even if I had to remove the arm cannon to slip it on I was kind of chilled all the time.
I listen to the wind blow around a bit and the traffic from the near by highway, a few of the residence of the great loony was listening to a AM radio show about government conspiracies.
Among this was footsteps.
Looking around I saw the entire place was the same, or at least it would appear so. I notice a smell, a strange smell that often accompany a certain ice cream kitty cat; but there was also another smell, one of death and decay mixed in with something familiar too.
Propane!
At that moment I realized who was here at the great loony, Randy and my dad.
The earth beneath my feet began to rumble a bit, I notice the trailers and few vehicles were trembling a bit like an earthquake was coming on from beneath the surface; but I knew somehow this wasn't a earthquake.
"What's going on out here?" I heard Mr. Gribble say as he came up to the surface.
"Joseph, protect everyone," I said as I kept my sight trained before me. The sand began shift and toil around, "no matter what!"
The earth before me exploded in a high gauzier of dirt and sand,there was screams and yells as the dust covered the area. My sight was abstracted by it all, but I manage to see a huge silhouette and I heard a loud roar. My body was trembling against my will as I saw the creature's jaw open and let out a louder roar, the dust began to settle and I stared at the horrid creature before me.
"D-dad?" I let that slip out as I stared at the large horror made out of spiked bones and a small amount of "flesh" in the center of the thing's rib cage, I knew this was my dad by the smell.
"It's pay back time, boy," the creature said as it stood up fully, the damn thing was taller then most houses!
"I'm ready," I lied as I ready myself for one hell of a fight.