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Notes: Yayness! Not much to say about this chapter but for all those looking for what's going on with Lightning stay tuned. A bit more is going to pick up with him in the next few chapters. He's got issues of his own entirely. As usual send all comments and I would be happy to hear them.!
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"How is he?"
Doc sighed heavily as he glanced up at Joe, a rather flat look given. "You asked me that just a few minutes ago. And like a few minutes ago he's hanging in there..."
Joe sighed heavily and nodded a bit. "I'm sorry... I'm just worried."
Doc sighed heavily and relented with a bit of a nod. "He'll be alright Joe. I gave him something to help him sleep. With his radiator out sleep is the best thing for him right about now. It will keep his systems to a slower rate and therefore keep him cool."
Joe nodded slowly and leaned back against the steel wall of Dog's trailer, eyes closing as she listened to the sound of the rumbling engines.
Sheriff uneasily shifted back and forth where he was parked behind a couple of empty fuel barrels... Of which professionally he really didn't want to know where they came from or why he would need them... Joe had mentioned that Dog had been between supply runs...
"So... Dog is a first..." Sheriff finally muttered, just a bit uneasy with even muttering that out loud. Joe flinched and gave a slow nod in response.
"That's right."
"Are there others like him?" Sheriff questioned slowly, pulling yet another nod from Joe. "Yes... In our colony there's eight."
"In your colony?" Doc questioned, not bothering to look up from Blaire as he asked. "There are more of you?"
Eli sighed heavily and shook her head in response. "I can't really answer that."
Doc sighed heavily, exchanging a glance with Sheriff. "Right... Can't answer that."
"No I mean I really can't answer that Doc. As far as I know we're the only ones, but that doesn't mean that's a fact." Joe explained softly. "We just haven't heard from any of them. For all we know their could be more."
"So you don't keep in contact with any other humans than yourselves." Doc mused softly, gaining a nod from Joe.
"We can't really. But for short wave we really don't have a solid method of communications."
"So in by attempting to contact others you would be telling the world that you exist." Sheriff mused, gaining a bright smile from Joe.
"That's right Sheriff. You see we can't really try to find the others, because we would expose ourselves and them in the long run. It's really safer to remain so independent of others... Though my Grandfather told me once that there was another colony around Pennsylvania... He also said that if there was any place in the world for a human to hide it would be the Rockies."
"Makes sense. There's places up in those mountains that no car has ever been able to drive." Sheriff mused softly, a slight nod gained from Doc.
"I suppose..." Joe muttered softly. "I've seen pictures from the old texts, but I've never been there obviously."
But for the steady rumble of Dog's engine they fell for the most part quiet, Sheriff musing quietly over the fuel barrel that banged against his side every time they turned and Doc tending to Blaire's injuries.
After a while Joe smiled and gave a sigh. "Stop staring at the fuel barrels Sheriff... It's survival when it's done... We can't help what we have to do to survive."
"That don't make it legal." Sheriff shot back.
Joe sighed heavily and was about to retort but was cut off by a powerful bellow from Dog's horn, the sound of the engine changing as they felt him shifting gears.
"We'll have to talk about this later. Dog says we're here." Joe muttered, hopping down from the box she had been seated on.
"He says we're here?" Doc questioned, looking a bit bewildered when Joe only shrugged.
"You have to get use to their way of speech. It sorta goes in tones." She explained as the back of the trailer dropped. They were a little ways outside of town, in the more wooded side behind the clinic. Dog had managed to pull them in as close as possible to the clinic. All the better considering the lights of town would still on and Flo's cafe would have a fairly good amount of vehicles huddled around it.
"Come on Sheriff help me get him out. It'll be better for us to take him in through the back." Doc instructed, causing Sheriff to jump into action, the two vehicles holding Blaire up between them as they half carried the unconscious car.
The clinic wasn't far from where Dog had parked himself. A few short feet and they would be in the back door. The problem was the fact that the rest of the town was normally very observant. Especially Seth. Which on any other given day would have been a good thing. Tonight they were dreading it.
Sheriff paused at the back door to Dog's trailer, quickly gesturing for Doc to hold still as he quickly caught a glance around. The sound of Dog's engines had brought Seth to investigate. However, now that all was silent the Mustang was slowly putting the sounds off to hearing things in the night and was heading back up towards Flo's cafe.
With a quick nod the two shifted into drive, carrying Blaire between them, who in his half groggy state could only partly help in movement. For the most part he was perfectly content to be drug in whatever direction they wanted him to go.
Joe ducked herself down low behind Sheriff as they quickly moved to the backdoor of the clinic and slipped inside without incident. As Sheriff and Doc got Blaire settled onto a lift, Joe quickly flipped on the main light panel. Light flooded the clinic as Doc quickly got to work, allowing the Sheriff to back off again, content to keep out of the sudden commotion that was going on.
"Doc I imagine we're going to have company pretty soon..." Sheriff muttered, silently glancing out the window of the clinic. Already the lights of the clinic had attracted the attention of the town's folk... With the two of them having disappeared all day he imagined it was just a matter of time before someone demanded to know what was up.
"Tell them Sheriff?" Both Doc and Sheriff glanced up at Joe's suggestion as she gave a shrug. "They all knew that a search party was out for Blaire. Tell them you found him. Should put them at ease at least..."
Sheriff gave a rather blank look and nodded slowly. "You sure?"
"Eh they know about us anyway." Joe commented with an idle shrug.
Sheriff nod, silently shifting into gear and leaving Doc to work on Blaire as he headed out to head off curious townsfolk.
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"We came this way already."
"I'm positive it's this way."
The arguing had gone on for hours. By light of day things had looked different. The trees not so dark. The paths not so invisible.
"Bill this is crazy!" Ron followed closely along behind his sibling in the darkness, shrinking down as the trees loomed over them. They almost seemed to be accusing them. Pointing out what they had done and their inability to find the missing car and therefore correct it.
"Ron it doesn't matter. We have to find that car. I don't know why everyone else has given up already but I'm not going to. Not until we either have searched every inch of this wood or find the car. Whichever comes first."
"But Bill... It's dark and we can't see a thing as it is. Lets just go back to town and we'll start again in the morning."
Bill sighed heavily and took a glance around. He had been attempting to find the way back to town for the past hour or so. That wasn't information he wanted to let his sibling in on just yet but as it was... It was starting to look like they were entirely lost.
Everything looked different under the darkness of night and they were way off of the hunting trails...
"Hey Bro look at this." Bill's attention was caught as Ron poked at something or other on the ground. For the first time Ron didn't seen all that nervous. Rather curious of something. That along brought in Bill's attention and drove him to investigating with his brother.
"What is it?" Bill questioned as he came up beside his brother, who only gave a shrug.
"I thought it was just a piece of wood that had been buried. But I think it's covering something."
Bill frowned deeply, pulling the thing up just a bit. It was old and looked a bit out of care... The hole that it covered seemed to go down quite a ways...
"I think it's an old mine shaft. Nothing to get worked up over." Bill muttered softly.
"Bill..." Ron muttered after a while, eyes widening a bit. "There's a wire connected to it..."
Bill frowned and tilted on his frame just a bit as he pulled it back a bit further. "Now why would there be-" Whatever he had been about to say was abruptly cut off as the wire snapped tight, a soft click sounding through the otherwise silent forest.
The two siblings had enough time to exchange a brief glance before the ground beneath them gave way and they were falling into the darkness. The last thing that registered was a high pitched beep that started up from seemingly everywhere at once.
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"Sheriff!"
Sheriff gave a slight flinch and sighed as he rolled up to Flo's cafe, finding himself quickly the center of attention of those demanding information and just what was going on. Flo was first up, abruptly finding himself grill to grill with her as she interrogated him.
"Where have you been all day? For that matter where is Doc? Everyone has been coming to me for information about where you and Doc have been and I didn't know what to tell them and just where were you?"
"Blaire's cabin, Doc's treating him now, he's safe, and speaking of those trucks where are those two?" Sheriff questioned, causing those gathered to fall to silence.
"Well when you weren't around to pick up the investigation they went off into the woods on their own..."
"They went into the woods?" Sheriff blurted out, gaining a slow nod from Flo.
"I'm sorry Sheriff I didn't know what else to tell them. Last I knew we were still looking for Blaire... And Seth went down to the sign post at the edge of town a little while ago to watch for speeders..."
Sheriff sighed heavily and nodded as he parked in his usual space. "I know Flo. I'm sorry we kept you all out of the loop. Blaire is going to be alright. He's at the clinic. As for Seth... Good, that's good experience for him."
"What about the howlers?"
Sheriff sighed heavily at Mater's question and shook his grill. "Mater for the last time there are no howlers. Though Joe is at the clinic if you mean one of them critters."
That brought on a brief silence as they all considered what more was to be done. The humans were back in town it seemed.
Sheriff sighed, about to attempt to ease there nerves when Sally lifted up just a bit from where she had been parked, as she attempted to see down the roadway. "Hey look. Headlights."
Indeed twin beams of light was coming closer to town from across the plains rather than sticking to the road. It had the raised lighting of an off road vehicle, and rather than the dirt roads it was bouncing steadily over the underbrush. Strange but not unheard of. However, what made it unique was the fact that it stopped on the edge of town. It hesitated there, seeming rather unwilling to move any closer. Even to the point of pulling forward just a bit and backing off again, with a nervous little twitch. Something wasn't right.
"I'll go check it out..." Sheriff muttered slowly, as he let his engine turn over and headed off across down. Within' moments he slowly approached the strange vehicle. He felt headlights fall onto him, the massive vehicle falling still as he approached. From this angle he could tell it was a truck. The high beam lights gave that information away but now he could see the rugged off road vehicle that it was...
"Hello?" He called out, not particularly looking forward to approaching an unknown vehicle in the dark. The truck's only response was a mighty blast of it's horn.
Sheriff sighed heavily and shook his grill, approaching slowly and at a wide angle as he circled around to see the army green vehicle without the headlights shining in his eyes. The vehicle remained still, allowing him to circle, giving Sheriff a clear view of something he really wished he hadn't... No face... Just a blank glass where eyes should have been, its hood and grill frozen in time. It was a first.
"Are you out of your mind? Someone from this town is going to see you." Sheriff snapped irritably. Which he felt a little foolish for within' a few moments. Of course this vehicle knew that... He was rather certain this vehicle had been around a lot longer than he himself had, even though the truck didn't exactly look it...
"Can you understand me?" Sheriff questioned after a few minutes, earning another mighty blast of the truck's horn. "Ok! I'm sorry, but..." Sheriff paused for a few moments, trying to choose his wording. "Alright, exactly what is it that you want?"
Almost instantly the horn picked up a steady and quick pace. There was a pattern there... Short and long blasts from its horn, which could only cause Sheriff to back up a bit with a stunned expression.
"That's morse code!"
Sheriff through his attention behind him for a moment to the sound of Sarge's voice. Morse code... Made sense.
"Well then what did he say?" Sheriff yelled back, causing the truck to shift away just a bit.
"He said Joe!" Sarge yelled, the rest of the town's cars silently exchanging glances with each other.
Sheriff let out a tired groan and nodded, putting things together as quickly as possible. Of course... "Somebody go to Doc's clinic and tell her to get out here!" He yelled back to the cafe.
There was a flash of red that told him Lightning had gone to do it, the young sports car heading off down the street at a fast pace as Sheriff sat with the strange truck.
"So... I'm guessing something big is going on for you to risk coming so close to town..." Sheriff mused softly. The truck didn't seem to even glance his way, though he certainly wasn't sure what he was looking for in form of facial expressions. There didn't seem to be really any defining expression or feature that could even constitute as an expression...
It just... Stared...
Thankfully to the creator himself Joe was fast about getting out into the night air. Sheriff didn't have much time to dwell on that expressionless face before he heard the soft thumping of Joe's bare feet hitting the pavement.
"Maverick! What the hell are you doing out here?"
She slid to a stop next to the metallic hide of the massive off road vehicle. It let out a loud blast of it's horn, which caused Sheriff to jump just a bit, though Joe seemed to pay it no mind.
This time there didn't seem to be any pattern. The blasts were tones for the most part. Though slowly Sheriff was picking up a bit of a pattern. Mostly in tones. It didn't seem that there were any real words in there. It wasn't a language per say more of a expression of feeling. At the moment Sheriff was picking up that something had this truck very agitated. Even a little frightened it seemed. Maybe some amount of irritation mixed in for good measure. Those tones seemed to be expressing the truck's feelings rather than any exact phrasing. Which in turn by what limited morse was thrown in, seemed to have Joe rather concerned.
"Joe everything alright?" Sheriff's question for a long moment seemed to go entirely unheard as Joe focused on whatever it was the one she called Maverick was saying. After a moment she shook her head and let out a deep breath, fingertips drumming across sides of her legs in what seemed to be a rather nervous habit.
"I've got to go with him and sort this out. Sheriff would you mind keeping an eye on Blaire for me?" Joe questioned, even as she heaved herself up onto the back bed of the truck.
"I've got it. Do what ya gotta do." Sheriff called as the truck's engine roared to life and it began to back up on the rough terrain.
Within' a matter of minutes the only thing still visible of the off road vehicle was the pinpoint dots of its tail lights.
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Darkness was the first thing that really registered. Darkness and a splitting pain. Ron slowly pushed himself to his tires, and blinked in the pitch black setting, attempting to gain a sense of just where the hell he was. It was cold... That was another thing that was slowly sinking into his mind. It was cold and a little damp.
"Bill?"
The other truck stirred in the darkness, the soft shifting sound of tires on dirt echoing in the closed in space around them. the sound of a small truck attempting to get to his tires on a dirt floor.
"I'm here..." Bill muttered, sounding more than a little groggy from the fall. Though slowly he seemed to be taking into consideration their current outlook on life just the same as Ron was. "Where are we?"
"I don't know... I think we went through the roof... An old mine shaft maybe?"
Bill gave a slow nod, his attention turning upward as his eyes began to adjust to the darkness. Still he flipped his headlights on, high beams flaring to life as he slowly let the light fill the space they were sitting in.
"It doesn't really look like a mineshaft..." Bill muttered quietly, his headlights turning upward to the hole high above where they had obviously broken through and tumbled down into the darkness. He could just barely see the soft glow of moonlight. Rather at least what he thought was moonlight... "Or at least not one that I've ever seen. If it's a mine shaft it would be very inconvenient for miners..."
"I don't think that's exactly the important part..." Ron mused softly as he stared up at that pin point of light. "I think the important part is just how in the hell we're going to get out of here..."
Bill paused for a moment and glanced back at his brother, for a few long moments seeming to think over their situation. After a few minutes he had no choice but to nod his solum agreement. It didn't look as if there was a way out. The damn feeling in the air, along with the incredible height they seemed to have tumbled, not only was it going to be nearly impossible to get out, it was almost a miracle in itself that they were even alive to be considering the fact of how in the world they were going to get themselves out of that hole...
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"Blaire! Blaire can you hear me?"
The loud question, that the car being asked so did not want to hear, worked its way into the mind and shook it until he had no choice but to in some way respond.
"Blair!"
"Go 'way"
Doc grumbled softly at the almost unheard complaint, one tire nudging Blaire's side hard enough to give out a soft thud of rubber on metal.
"Blaire!"
Blaire slowly pulled himself to the land of the living with a brief little flinch as the sun cascaded down across his hood. The light left odd patterns on the sterling silver hide, where the window pane cut off the rays.
"What time is it?" The Mustang questioned rather groggily, not entirely coming around as Doc prodded at him.
"Nearly noon. I know you want to sleep but I need you to get up and get some oil in you and try and turn your engine over for me."
Blaire gave a slight nod as he slowly forced himself up just a bit. A can of oil was slid in front of him and he gratefully sipped at the liquid, enjoying the soothing taste. For a long moment he had to sit and wonder just what the hell he was doing there... Would have panicked if it didn't hurt way to much to panic...
It was obvious he was in a clinic. He also knew Doc though the last time he really remembered seeing him he was staring at him from the wrong side of a judge's stand... Again reason to panic... Odd that he wasn't...
Slowly though memories were starting to come back. He had been out in the woods with Joe. He had been fussing at her and warning her that she shouldn't be out riding during the hunting season. That she should follow generations of good guidelines and stay underground. However, she had pointed out that past generations rarely had such a horrible energy crisis going on and that they couldn't afford not to take on the risk of heading out during hunting season.
He remembered separating from her to look into something near the road. He also remembered coming back to see a truck with Joe locked in his rifle's scope... There hadn't been time to warn Joe so he reacted...
Then he remembered the splitting pain... He remembered driving through the woods... Fast... Some part of him also remembered a haze like dream of being in his cabin down in the woods. He remembered Sheriff and Doc were there... He also remembered he had gotten out of bed to tell Sheriff Dawson to get out of his house...
He remembered a horrible pain when he did that... He somewhat remembered being carried in and out of the cabin to...
He remembered some time alone... Joe had gone to get help he thought... Jenny had been singing to him... Jenny...
He jumped to his tires, a sharp yelp given in the process, the spots car collapsing in moments.
"Blaire! Park it!" Doc yelled, not in the least amused as he turned around.
"Who has Jenny?" Blaire abruptly blurted out, pulling a sigh from Doc.
"With someone named Nanna."
Blaire gave a slight blink but slowly relaxed, rather content with that knowledge. Still, the entire event was entirely surreal to him...
"Where's Joe?" He questioned after a time, pulling a heavy sigh from Doc.
"She was here for a time. Then one of your friends came and picked her up. She's been gone ever since. One of those odd vehicle types..."
"The firsts?" Blaire questioned, more than a little surprised the rather elusive group had made itself knowing, willingly.
"Mhmm. A rather large truck gave us a lift back from your cabin." Doc reported as he quietly went through the clipboard of paperwork in front of him.
"Dog?" Blaire clarified slowly. It made sense. Of all the rather elusive firsts Dog was actually one of the more social.
"Mhmm, that was him." Doc muttered softly. "I need you to try and turn your engine over for me."
Blaire gave a nod and closed his eyes with a deep sigh. It took a moment and when his engine did finally turn over it came to life with a wave of fiery pain that left him breathless.
"Alright, that's good. You can cut if off now."
Blaire nodded and let his engine idle and then die, heaving softly at the lingering pain that cut through his engine.
"Any lingering, general pain?" Doc questioned softly, pulling a light groan from Blaire.
"Everywhere..."
Doc gave a sigh and nodded. "You lost a lot of fluids. A lot of oil, fuel, coolant... The burning feeling will hang on a few days and the only thing that's really going to make it any better is running your engine. So I'm going to put you on a schedule to make certain your engine is started up every so often. Understand?"
Blaire gave a light sigh and nodded, a frown crossing his grill. "Yep... Gotcha..."
Silence befell the two as Doc quietly made notes about his own treatment plan, leaving Blaire to think for the time about his own predicament.
"Doc? What happened to the hunter that shot me?"
Doc chuckled softly and shrugged. "Sheriff is looking into that. It was a hunting accident. Without going into the rights of hunting humans in the first place and exposing your humans up in the mountains there's not to much you can do. They're nice enough people. Didn't mean anything by it. Admittedly Sheriff will most likely write them both a hefty ticket for recklessness when he finds them."
"Finds them?" Blaire questioned with a slight blink.
"Mhmm. You scared the hell out of those two. According to Flo when we left to get to you up at the cabin those two wouldn't leave well enough alone. Went up into the woods to look for the car they had shot and help him. So now we have to missing trucks... No one has seen them since yesterday afternoon."
Blaire gave a slow nod to that and sighed. "What time is it now?"
Doc frowned and glanced up to check the time. "Nearly noon."
The silver Mustang sighed heavily and gave a slow nod as he settled back on the lift he was currently settled on. It wasn't exactly comfortable but it wasn't exactly uncomfortable either. Still he would give just about anything to be back in his nice, peaceful cabin...
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"Alright, now let's think about this logically..." Bill reasoned as he stared up at the dim light filtering in. It was coming onto noon or at least he thought by the light that was slowly getting brighter up above. The problem was that it was so far up, it only shed a very dim light down into the tunnel they had found themselves in. It was just light enough to be able to turn off their headlights and be able to see each other clearly. However the darkness to either direction of the small tunnel seemed forbidding enough to keep them put...
"If this is an old mining tunnel there has to be an access point..."
"But what if it's not?" Ron reasoned right back. "I mean, it doesn't look as if a car's ever stepped tire down here. What if it's just some animal's burrow. Or more to the point what if it's just a natural tunnel? There might not be any access points."
Bill rolled his eyes and swung his headlights around to the right. The twin beams fell on a massive wooden beam that seemed to be holding up a portion of the ceiling.
"Oh..." Ron muttered, then nodded. "Well what if it's a mine tunnel that collapsed or something. I mean if it's fallen into ill repair that kind of explains it doesn't it?"
"I don't know. It doesn't really matter. We obviously can't get out that way... The link isn't working down here... We've got to try and find a way out."
"Moving from here isn't a good idea... I mean that's lost in the woods 101..."
"Lost in the woods yes, but what about lost in a mine? We'll leave a trail or something. If we can get down one of those tunnels we need to try."
Ron sighed heavily and nodded, silently getting to his tires. There was no talking his sibling out of this one. He knew the other truck well enough to know that...
Still though he couldn't help but worry. It felt as if they were being watched... It was more than a little unnerving. As they started down the tunnel way, there turned a sharp chill in the air.
"That's an air current." Bill muttered after a time. "There's got to be a way out down here. There wouldn't be an air flow through here if there wasn't another opening."
Ron sighed heavily and nodded, trying to shake that lingering feeling of being watched. There was no one down there but them... Them and maybe a few rats or bats or something of the nature... Bugs maybe... Creepy craw-lies...
The very thought made him shudder...
They hadn't gone very far when that feeling of being watched came back on. Ron paused in his traps, and abruptly swung his headlights around to flow over the tunnel walls. Bill sighed and ignored his siblings paranoid goings on...
"Bill?" Ron called out, glancing back to his sibling who had never stopped moving.
Headlights swung around again in a wide arc as he attempted to pinpoint the reason for that edgy feeling. As headlights swung there was a soft tapping... Like the footfall of a large animal...
"Bill!" Ron called again, shrinking back just a bit.
"What?" Bill called right back, sounding more than a little irritated in the darkness.
"There's something in here..."
"Yeah... Us... Now come on."
Ron gave a quick shake of his grill, his headlights making another long sweep. "Aside from us... I think it's an animal of some kind..."
"You have a rifle. If it's something dangerous shoot it. Now come on."
Ron whimpered and slowly turned around to follow his sibling. He had only taken a few steps when Bill paused in front of him, the younger truck nearly running into the back of his older brother. "Bill what gives?"
Bill didn't respond. Only backed up a few feet. Slowly Ron stepped around his sibling to see what had brought his brother up short and froze. Several feet ahead of them were the remains of an old pickup. Fifties model of some kind. Looked to be a Ford... He had obviously been down there a very long time. He had also obviously been dead for a very long time...
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"How is he Doc?"
The question came from a more or less round the group, everyone speaking up at once. A very long day... The mid afternoon sun was quietly creeping into evening and Doc's day had been settled into contending with a very nervous Blaire. He couldn't say he blamed the Mustang. The car had wanted Joe. Wasn't comfortable without Joe around. Though Doc knew the moment the sun peaked over the horizon they wouldn't be seeing the female human until sundown. Blaire knew that to, but still he was more than a little nervous to be alone in a town where not six months prior he had been standing trial in. Plus the fact they knew very well who he was. However, with what they now knew Doc couldn't see breaking the trust they had developed.
"He'll be just fine. He just needs a few days rest."
"What about them humans?" Mater questioned, the aging truck giving a wide eyed look of a child asking about the monsters under the bed. The lovable old truck still hadn't quite caught onto the fact that the humans were truly harmless. After all one vehicle had to outweigh one of them by at least twelve times... That estimate was only the smaller vehicles. Some vehicles much more than that...
"Joe will most likely be back before dawn. I'm not certain where she was going in the first place..."
"Back down to the colony."
The gathered group gave a little jump as they glanced back, a female voice having startled them all into attention.
"I had to go back down to the colony and sort some things out." Joe offered with a quiet nod, the small human able to sneak up behind them with ease. A bit of a haze where she even came from but in the dim twilight they could just see the dark form of a vehicle parked out in the desert, waiting faithfully for her return.
"There a problem?" Doc questioned softly, pulling a heavy sigh from Joe.
"Could say that... How's Blaire?"
"He'll need a lot of rest and he might need someone to help him through part of the healing process... I would almost go as far as to say he was going to need physical therapy... To soon to really tell though. He should pull through it just fine though. Everything alright on your end?"
Again Joe sighed, a somewhat nervous look gained as she glanced back to the vehicle parked on the distance. "Not really... We have a slight problem..."
"What's up?" Sheriff quickly cut in, worry edging on his voice as he rolled forward. Though the others were little by little edging back, not entirely wanting to be close to the human.
Joe took a glance around, making certain the little group gathered around Flo's cafe was going to be here only witnesses, the growing town making her more and more nervous as time went on. However, desperate times did call for desperate measures.
"Your two trucks... The hunters who shot Blaire?"
"Bill and Ron." Sheriff clarified gaining a slight nod from Joe.
"That's them."
Sheriff nodded and gave a sigh. "Couple of stubborn mules if I ever saw um... What did they do?"
"They stumbled on one of the tunnels leading to our colony..."