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.: 13 :.
Bubbles had never felt so exhausted in her life.
After last night's incident with the air horn alarm and the shattering glass, she and Boomer remained awake for the rest of the evening. Neither of them could sleep knowing it was a matter of time before Bubbles' house would be the infected's next conquest. Those victorious howls and screeches might soon be right outside her door as they burst through the living room window.
They both heaved a sigh of relief when the sun came up. The infected appeared to retreat to the houses and city again which suited both blondes just fine. Boomer made them both bowls of cereal and water and although Bubbles didn't feel like eating, she forced herself to anyway. Nothing, not even thinking properly, could be accomplished on an empty stomach.
Neither of them wanted to talk about the potential of Bubbles' house getting broken into when night fell. Both of them were tired, their nerves and minds fried from the constant increases and decreases in adrenaline, the multiple attempts to think of a foolproof plan to remain under the radar (and have logic shoot down every single idea). It was something they were going to have to face soon but for right now, sitting together and enjoying their cereal was all they wanted to do. Battle strategies could be thought of later, anyway; it was only seven in the morning after all.
When she finished her cereal, Bubbles pushed her bowl to the side and tried to think about the layout of her house. Was there any way they could board up the living room windows? No; that particular window was too big, plus they didn't have any boards, nails, or any kind of material to reinforce her home. Plus even if they did have the proper resources, Boomer had brought up a good point about power tools (or any kind of home improvement tools) being too noisy.
Would it do to keep moving from house to house each night? If the infected were becoming smarter, they'd soon figure out this plan and ambush them. Plus, weren't the infected currently occupying the neighborhood? What would they do if they broke into a house only to find a family of infected waiting to take them down?
Bubbles rubbed her temples, a headache coming on from racking her brain. Boomer swallowed a spoonful of cheerios, wincing at the watery part of it, before looking up.
"Still trying to think of a plan?"
She nodded. "I'm running into every obstacle you could think of. Every outcome looks like we're screwed no matter what."
He frowned but didn't try to correct her or try to make her see the 'silver lining' of the situation, for there was none to be found. The infected were here and could burst in at any moment to rob them of their lives, and they were virtually powerless to do anything about it.
The sunlight peeked through one of the kitchen windows and bounced off a coffee mug that sat next to the espresso machine. Bubbles recognized it immediately as her father's favorite mug, the comic sans on it boldly stating '#1 Dad.' She remembered chipping in with her sisters to get him that mug one father's day and how happy it had made him; he used it all the time, even taking it with him when he had to go away for conventions. Every morning, Bubbles would see that particular mug missing from the cup cabinet and know he was in the lab working on some sort of invention—
Wait.
"THAT'S IT!" Bubbles slammed her hands on the table and jumped from her chair, startling Boomer so much that he choked on his cereal. After regaining his bearings, he rubbed his throat weakly.
"Bubbles?"
The girl couldn't hear him, for she had raced over to one of the kitchen drawers and was rummaging through it as fast as she could. When she didn't find what she was looking for, she huffed, turning back to face her friend.
"Bubbles?" he tried again. She held up a hand.
"Sorry, Boomer, just give me a sec. It's got to be around here somewhere, unless he had it with him. No, no... Dad always kept it somewhere around here, he never brought it with him when he left the house, so maybe.."
Boomer continued to finish off his cereal cautiously as though expecting another outburst from Bubbles. He didn't have to worry, however, because her eyes suddenly lit up and she dashed out of the room and disappeared somewhere upstairs, if the footsteps thudding up the stairs were anything to go by. When she returned, a single black key dangled from her index finger, a look of triumph glinting in her eyes.
"The lab," she cried, beaming at him. A giggle that was very close to sounding hysterical escaped her and she ran her hands through her messy hair. "I'm a world-class idiot, Boomer. We can use the lab! It's perfect!"
"The lab?"
"Professor has an underground lab," she explained. "Right here in our house. It used to be a regular old basement but he made a few adjustments to it when he moved here. It's soundproof, it's nice and cool so we won't have to worry about heat or humidity, there's a small bathroom down there, and all the chemical smells will hide us. Oh, and there are underground tunnels that lead away from the house, too, so if anything bad happens, we'll have a way to escape. It's fool proof! I can't believe I didn't think of this before, I'm such a moron!"
The confusion and curiosity on Boomer's face smoothed out into a grin.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go check it out!"
Boomer knew that if he had been a regular person unaccustomed to the smell of disinfectant and chemicals, he would have wrinkled his nose as soon as Bubbles unlocked the door that supposedly led downstairs into Professor Utonium's personal laboratory. She clicked her flashlight on and descended the stairs tentatively, as if afraid to head down.
"You okay?" he asked, slowly trailing behind her with a death-grip on the railing. The stairs weren't rickety or anything but Boomer didn't know how wide the staircase was, and the last thing he needed was to stumble and twist an ankle.
"Yeah, sorry." Bubbles let out a long exhale. "It's just old habits. The Professor always warned us to stay out of his lab for safety reasons and he'd scold us something awful if he caught us snooping around down here. I guess I never really thought of hiding down here because it's always been off-limits. Professor only allowed us entry to view some of his finished inventions and even then, we weren't really allowed to explore."
"Desperate times call for desperate measures," Boomer reminded. Then, after thinking about what he'd just said, "Man, I'm starting to sound like Brick."
The thought of his brother sent a pang of worry through his gut but he refused to let the feeling overtake him. Right now, they had more important things to address, like the fact that this awesome underground lab could help him and his lovely companion live to see another day.
"I forgot to mention," Bubbles' gentle voice interrupted his thinking. They were nearing the bottom of the staircase now. "It's actually really cool down here. I wish the electric was still working so I could turn the lights on... Anyway, my dad has anything and everything down here, all perfectly arranged; since you're the son of a scientist, I'm sure you've got to be at least a little curious as to what your father's rival was up to down here. It looks better when it's fully lit up, but you can still take a look if you'd like."
Boomer shone his flashlight around, the beam of light hitting various shelves and cabinets. Counters and more cabinets, half of them filing cabinets, lined the far wall, beakers, test tubes, and various other pieces of equipment arranged neatly around the spotless sink. It was a standard laboratory but Boomer could appreciate how up-to-date it was in terms of equipment. Mojo's own personal lab was always kept in tip-top condition, the man obsessively ensuring all of his stuff was on-par with what the scientific community deemed 'up-to-date,' but Professor Utonium's work space was something in itself to behold. A few inventions, some actual machines while others were labeled beakers, test tubes, and other containers, were arranged in alphabetical order on a few shelves pushed back against one of walls, a rather impressive display of Professor Utonium's work. If his father were still alive, Boomer was sure he'd be amazed at all of the advanced equipment and inventions-in-progress his son currently had the privilege to view.
"Ah! Here's the door that leads to the tunnels," Bubbles said, shining her light towards a narrow-looking door. It looked like it might lead into a linen closet instead of a secret tunnel, but Bubbles knew her house better than he ever could, so he kept his thoughts to himself.
"And these lead out of the city?"
She nodded and opened the door, and Boomer was surprised to see a neat, well-built hallway that looked to be roughly thirty feet wide. It was nothing like the narrow dirt tunnels he'd been imagining, that was for sure.
"This hallway branches out into three," she explained. "One heads directly into the heart of Townsville, one leads all the way out to Citysville, and one leads away from both cities. We were never allowed to play in the tunnels but Professor told us about them because, well, the door is hard to miss. We were bound to ask about it sooner or later. It also doesn't help that Buttercup used to get into all sorts of trouble down here and managed to open the door one day, which is one heck of a story, but suffice it to say there's a reason this door now requires a special key to unlock it.. and there's a reason Professor put industrial locks on the door upstairs to keep people out of his lab."
He raised an eyebrow. "And these tunnels are legal to have?"
She grinned sheepishly. "Actually, no one knows about them but us. The Professor told us that they were here when he moved in; all he did was put in proper structures to keep them from caving in, plus he renovated the basement so that he had his own personal lab to work in. He figured that since the tunnels were already there, he could always use them in case of an emergency, so that's why he invested in making sure they didn't cave in. No one knows about them except us, though."
"So... I'm a little curious," Boomer said, squinting down the darkness of the seemingly-endless hallway. "Weren't you guys ever worried about people finding the tunnels and stumbling into your dad's lab?"
"Nah." Bubbles spun the key around her finger as she had earlier upon finding it. "From what I understand, each of the three entrances are well-hidden; you'd have to be desperately searching for them to find them, and even then, you'd have to know about them in the first place."
Boomer nodded, mulling her words over. "Well... I have to admit, these might just be our saving grace if the infected try to get into the basement. You know which tunnels lead to where, right?"
She grinned. "Of course! My dad may have banned us from playing in them, but we do know which tunnel leads to where. And it's soundproof down here, too, so we could spend the night here and talk to each other instead of sitting in silence."
"Sounds good to me." He yawned, still feeling last night's exhaustion weigh on him. "It'll be nice to actually get sleep tonight, too. I don't know about you, but my sleep schedule is all screwed up thanks to those jerkwads."
Bubbles giggled. "Same here. Come on, let's go bring our stuff down here and set up a makeshift camp. It might do us some good to get some rest before they show up, just in case we need to get out of here."
Boomer shone his flashlight towards the stairs. "Sounds like a plan! Lead the way, pretty lady."
After bringing down all the supplies they'd need to get them through the night, as well as creating a makeshift bed with Bubbles' comforter, lots of pillows borrowed from the couch and Bubbles' bed, both blondes spent the remaining half of their day catching up on sleep. Boomer slept like a rock while Bubbles dozed on and off, reality blending with her nonsensical dreams. In some of them, the infected were nothing more than people just looking for a hug. In others, the infected had burst in only to put on a tap-dancing musical. Bubbles didn't know what caused such strange dreams but nonsense was definitely preferable over nightmares.
Night rolled around quickly. The door leading to the lab was all locked up from the inside so that if anything did happen to smell them, the industrial-strong locks on the inside of the door would buy them enough time to escape through the tunnels.
It was eleven-thirty at night when they arrived. Boomer had just finished eating a granola bar and Bubbles was just waking up from yet another nap when the infected finally smashed through the living room windows and began to invade the Utonium residence. The sun had to have gone down hours ago, yet the infected had waited until almost midnight to show up, if Bubbles' phone was still keeping time correctly.
Muffled growls could be heard all around upstairs, causing Bubbles to quickly become alert, shaking off any remnants of sleep. Boomer looked towards the door at the top of the stairs and frowned.
"I was wondering when they'd show up," he murmured.
Bubbles' eyes were wide with fear as they listened to a few of the former-humans swarm into the upstairs portion of the Utonium house, lots of breaking noises echoing above them. Nothing was trying to get into the basement so that was a good sign; she knew the infected wouldn't be able to hear them down here—after all, how many times had the Professor spent time tinkering with his inventions down here without making a peep?—but the fear that they potentially could still pick up on them continued to nag at the back of her mind.
It was Boomer who, as always, challenged her fears.
"Sounds like they're really going to town on the furniture up there, huh?"
He was speaking at normal volume. If the lab wasn't sound-proof, the infected would have heard him the moment he opened his mouth to speak and they would have been discovered. However, the infected above them didn't even pause, their focus solely on wrecking the house. It was a relief to know that she'd been right about them being safely concealed down here.
"Mojo never had his own personal lab," Boomer continued, pulling his knees into his chest. "I mean, he always had a work space, but never anything as nice as this. Your dad has everything a scientist could ever dream of having. I think if Mojo were here, he'd be insanely jealous."
Bubbles could only nod, still fearful of speaking. He tried to offer a reassuring smile.
"Hey, you said it yourself: we're safe down here and nothing can hear us. I know you're scared and I'm practically shitting bricks myself, but talking might help distract us from the danger above."
Sometimes Bubbles hated how Boomer always came up with valid points. She tried to think of what they could possibly talk about when she was sure the living room television had just been tossed outside. Still, he had been speaking to her at regular volume and the infected hadn't paused once in their noisy chaos or make any indications they had heard them.
After a few minutes of trying to think of what to say, Bubbles decided it might be best to learn more about the young man beside her.
"Hey Boomer?"
He looked up, his features reflecting the semi-somber mood they were both feeling.
"Can you tell me a story about your life?"
"Of course. What do you want to know?"
Bubbles stared up into the darkness that surrounded them, the sound of infected feet thudding upstairs the only other sound aside from their hushed voices.
"Something funny, something sad... Anything, really."
A particularly loud crash made her cringe and Boomer's hand brushed hers, hesitating before intertwining his fingers with hers. She was still on-edge but feeling his hand wrapped around hers offered enough comfort for her to relax a little.
"Alright. Something funny, then." He exhaled through his nose. "I once lost my swim shorts in the ocean."
A screech, then another crashing sound. Boomer squeezed her hand, trying to keep her attention on his words.
"See, Butch and Brick wanted to spend the day bumming it on the beach, so I figured hey, why not? I'm always down for going to the beach. So we went across the city to one of the cleaner shores and set up a spot close to the ocean. Brick went to get us all ice cream while Butch was flirting with some girls at the volleyball nets. I went for a quick swim when Brick got back, holding up a small cup of mint chocolate-chip with a dash of chocolate sprinkles on top, my favorite, and I got so excited that I miscalculated when I tried to walk out of the water."
A furious howl. The infected were pissed that they couldn't find either of the blonde humans they'd seen. Bubbles nibbled her bottom lip anxiously.
"Long story short," Boomer squeezed her hand again. "Freakin' perverted ocean stole my shorts. Could've bought me a drink first."
Bubbles chuckled, but immediately stopped laughing once they heard another loud crash above. Boomer knew she was scared that the lab wasn't as soundproof as she thought. She was terrified of the infected bursting through the door and tearing into them, not that he could blame her... Half of him was dreading the possibility that they'd be discovered, too, but he tried to keep a brave face on for her.
"We're okay," he reassured, brushing his thumb over her knuckles. "We're safe down here, remember? Your dad knew what he was doing when he built this lab; we have nothing to worry about."
"I know. It's just..." Her voice cracked. "C-can I get closer to you?"
"Sure."
She scooted closer to him and he wrapped an arm protectively over her, pulling her close so that she was practically huddled against his side. She instantly relaxed at his touch and he felt a sliver of pride that he was able to make her feel somewhat at ease.
Upstairs, they could hear the infected tearing up more furniture in their desperate search. At the sound of the Professor's trophy case being smashed open, Bubbles curled up even closer to Boomer and buried her face in his chest, eyes shut tightly as she clutched his shirt. He rubbed small circles into her back and sighed softly.
"Guess they're jealous that your dad won so many awards."
She snorted in amusement and the sound made him grin. It was good to know he was still able to make her laugh in the face of danger.
The sound of a trophy being hurled against a wall made them both jump, Boomer relaxing first.
"Yup. Haters gonna hate."
Bubbles couldn't contain the giggles that burst forth and he chuckled along with her.
"Probably mad they couldn't win any," she agreed.
"The only trophies they'd win would be for worst breath and for world's rudest house guests."
That earned him another giggle.
Another loud noise that resembled glass shattering shook the upstairs. Boomer rolled his eyes even though he knew Bubbles couldn't see the action through the inky darkness around them.
"If they break anymore glass, I'm gonna make them pay for the replacements. Windows ain't cheap."
Bubbles laughed. "Could you imagine confronting one of them?"
"Pshh, they keep it up and I'm gonna have to. 'Hey, fang-face, you think you could run me to Home Depot? You kinda wrecked my house last night and furniture is hella expensive. Time to pay up, bitch.'"
She snickered. "Or what about, 'hey, thanks for throwing a temper tantrum in my house'?"
"Better yet: 'Bruh, how angry do you have to be to destroy two houses?'"
An ear-piercing shriek caused all mayhem above to come to a halt. Bubbles and Boomer, who had been grinning at their own jokes, froze to listen carefully, the grins instantly wiped off their faces at the silence that followed.
What was going on up there? Bubbles wanted to ask Boomer if he thought maybe the infected had heard them but she was too afraid to speak.
Just as the infected had come crashing into her house, they appeared to retreat, leaving a heavy, almost ominous silence behind them. Boomer gently untangled himself from Bubbles and crept towards the stairs, straining his ears for any indication that the infected had spotted the basement door. Could they smell them through all the disinfectant and chemical residue? If their sense of smell was as advanced as Boomer had witnessed, then surely the scent of sanitation would sting their noses and discourage them from sniffing around the basement door... Right?
Nothing. No footsteps, no labored breathing, no grunts, screeches, nothing. Boomer crept back towards Bubbles and rejoined her, wrapping an arm around her again. He paused to see if she would protest or let him know she was uncomfortable with the action, but Bubbles surprised him by snuggling right back up to him again, her delicate fingers gently clutching the fabric of his shirt.
"Hear anything?" she whispered.
"No." He sighed. "No, I think they're gone. I think they gave up on trying to find us."
Bubbles let out a relieved sigh and buried her face into his chest again, glad to feel her pounding heart slowly return to its normal pace.
Boomer's face was scarlet as he continued to hold Bubbles. After a moment of working up some courage, he rested his chin on top of her head and she nuzzled her face further into his chest.
A few frantic heartbeats passed before Bubbles pulled back. Even though it was still pitch black around them, she could faintly make out his features.
"Sorry if I'm making things awkward," she murmured. "S-should I give you your space?"
"N-no!" Boomer rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Um, you're not making me uncomfortable. I.. I actually really like being close to you. Is... Is that weird?"
The smile that spread across her lips would have reduced Boomer to an incoherent puddle if he could see it.
"It's not weird at all," she assured. "It's been a rough night."
"Right." Boomer exhaled. "That's true. Do you, uh... Still want to...?"
"Sure." Bubbles scooted closer to him again. They settled onto the makeshift bed, Bubbles resting her head on Boomer's outstretched arm as she cuddled closer to him, resting her hand on his chest. He smelled like mint and boy, not an unpleasant scent, but it was just so very Boomer and she fought the smile that threatened to lift her lips. It seemed as though each time they got close like this, the butterflies in her stomach got stronger and stronger, and it was becoming exceedingly difficult to ignore her growing feelings for the blonde next to her despite rational reasoning that dating was no longer a good idea in this barren world.
Boomer, on the other hand, was grateful for the darkness around them because otherwise, Bubbles would see how red his face was at being close to her. He didn't want to admit how wonderful it felt to have her in his arms and that he felt completely at ease around her. She was focused on survival and he would never want to make things weird between them or distract her when they needed to keep an eye on the infected's next plan of attack. Crushes and fuzzy feelings, he kept telling himself, had no place here, yet here they were and here they stayed, growing increasingly harder to ignore with each passing day.
They spent the rest of the night like that, just relishing in the fact that they'd made it through the infected's raid as well as secretly enjoying each other's company.
"It's a good thing you remembered your dad had his own lab downstairs," Boomer remarked. Morning finally arrived after they dozed on and off for a few hours and both blondes decided to head upstairs to assess the damage, and there was quite a lot of damage to assess.
The living room windows were completely smashed, shards of glass littering the front lawn and the living room carpet. The Professor's trophy case had been overturned and a few of his awards lay broken around it. The staircase banister looked like one of the infected had fallen onto it, creating a sizable dent that Bubbles knew would take a long time to fix, that is, if it ever could be fixed. The sofa was ripped to shreds, its white fluffy filling scattered around the living room in clumps and the front door had been torn off its hinges.
The kitchen wasn't in any better shape. Boxes of food were ripped open and spilled all over the floor, mixing with muddy, bloody footprints, and a few cans looked like they'd been squeezed until they exploded. The kitchen table had been tossed through the window (what was their obsession with breaking glass?!) and two of the table's matching chairs were overturned, one with a broken leg.
The upstairs was not too bad. The bedrooms were not as ripped up as the living room and kitchen, but each of the beds had been flipped over and in the girls' room, Blossom's bookcase had been shoved onto its side. Other than that, there were more mucky footsteps, a few scratches and dents along the walls, but everything else was intact.
Bubbles couldn't imagine what would have happened if she hadn't remembered her father's secure laboratory. The thought of those exploded cans, the dents in the walls, the lawn of City Hall... Good God. She fought to suppress a shudder.
"We're definitely going to need to stock up on food again," she said, picking up the torn box of cheerios they'd been eating the past few days. "Which isn't going to be easy since those things are probably hiding in Malph's."
Boomer grabbed a broom and tried to sweep up what he could. "How do you know for sure? Maybe Malph's is still clear."
"With how obsessed they are with breaking glass, I doubt we could even set foot into Malph's, let alone raid it." She opened the fridge where they'd stored the water bottles. The appliance was useless without electricity, but it had hidden their water supply, so at least they still had that, if anything.
"We still have more than enough water," she murmured. "Good. That makes our job a little easier, then."
"If Malph's turns out to be a bust, we could always try raiding houses," Boomer suggested, sweeping the pile of glass and food into a dustpan. He quickly emptied it into the garbage can, dusting off his hands as he began another round of sweeping.
"We could, but those things might be staying in a few houses," Bubbles pointed out. "So if we plan to do that, we need to figure out which houses are clear and which to stay away from. That's going to take a lot of planning and stake-outs to ensure there's nothing that could be inside, but we still need to eat in the meantime. I doubt we'll get very far on four cans of green beans."
He sighed. "Right... Sorry."
She smiled despite her exhaustion. "It's fine, there's nothing wrong with trying to think of alternatives. We might have to get a little more creative anyway if we hope to stay alive... Those things were really determined to find us and it seems like they're only getting smarter."
When Boomer finished sweeping, Bubbles grabbed a mop and bucket from the storage closet and did what she could to clean the remaining muck off the floor. By the time they were done cleaning the kitchen and living room, it was nearing two in the afternoon. The house looked a little better but still worse for wear; it made Bubbles sad to see her childhood home so messed up, but there wasn't much she could do. Besides, they'd done all they could to clean it up; at least the infected didn't know how to burn houses to the ground. She'd take shattered-glass-obsessed infected over pyromaniacs any day. A damaged house was still better than no house.
"Soooo, I'm going to take a stab in the dark here and say we'll have to wait till tomorrow to go food shopping," Boomer said, collapsing against what was left of the sofa. Bubbles plopped down next to him.
"It'll be nighttime soon," she agreed. "Might be easier if we go when it's broad daylight out."
"Didn't you say the infected still roam around during the day, though?"
"It was just that one I saw," she replied. "And besides, we can see more clearly during the day; scavenging would probably be a lot harder at night. Whether those things can walk around during the daytime or not, we don't have a choice; we need to stock up on food."
"We'd have more places to hide when it's dark out," he reasoned, and Bubbles nodded.
"True, but those things probably have advanced sense of sight. They've been prowling around this neighborhood for a few nights, now; they probably know every nook and cranny better than we ever could."
He wrinkled his nose. "So tomorrow then?"
Bubbles tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, offering a sad smile. "Yeah... Better safe than sorry, Boomer."
"Damn." He groaned. "I'm so freakin' hungry, too... I could go for a burger and fries right now."
Suddenly he sprang up, his eyes alight with an idea. "Wait a sec! We left some food at my place, remember? Maybe, if we're careful—"
He began bouncing on his heels. "Yes! We can grab the food that's there!"
"Uh..." Bubbles didn't want to kill his sudden good mood but they needed to think logically. "What if the infected are staying in your house?"
Boomer paused, then shook his head. "I doubt they are. They broke into here last night but they didn't stay, and we could use all the extra food we can get our hands on considering the infected destroyed a good chunk of our supply last night. This is our only alternative to Malph's; I don't think you want to go spelunking around the neighborhood for food yet, considering a lot of the infected might just be staying in a few of the other houses."
Damn it. Right again. She resisted the urge to sigh.
"We'll have to be extremely careful, Boomer. We're playing with fire now and we don't even know if they spared the food supply there. You saw how ripped up the kitchen was."
Boomer beamed, then nodded. "Of course we'll be careful, and honestly, I'd rather check and find out there's nothing there than to not know at all. Come on, we're burning precious daylight; if we're quick enough, we can get there, grab some stuff, and get back here before dark."
After Bubbles retrieved Buttercup's baseball bat, they snuck out of the back door and went around to the front lawn. Scratch marks and dents littered the outside of the Utonium house but it remained intact for the most part. The front door—what used to be the front door, anyway—lay in splintered chunks on the lawn, a few reddish-brown spots dotting the wood. Whatever had ripped the door from its hinges had obviously taken damage in the process.
"We're gonna have to fix that at some point," Bubbles remarked, frowning at how exposed the living room was without a door or window. They could continue to hide in the basement but still; what if the infected were able to walk around during the daylight? What if they saw her and Boomer? No front door left them completely exposed.
"We'll have to add a brand new door to their tab," Boomer joked. At Bubbles' curious tilt of her head, he continued: "Pretty sure they're going to owe us all of Home Depot by the time Brick and Butch come back."
Preeeetty sure it's not canon that the PPG house has tunnels underneath it; that's just my own added touch for the story's sake. Any other guesses as to what the creatures could be? Next chapter should be up sometime soon, so stay tuned ;)
