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Special thanks to Crimson Weresloth
April 30 1925, on the Dunwhich Road
3rd POV
The scene opens up on Dunwich Road. It was a hideously crooked road, taking many twist and turns as if the road was built on a spiteful serpent. Original started in Arkham, this road leads though a rugged and jagged part of Mt. Watatic. Where a small community overhangs on the cliff side, isolated from the rest of world. Just below the Mountain is a swamp, an unpleasant one at that. Originally a marsh that flowed into the Miskatonic river, the water stopped flowing one day, leaving the nearby woods to flood and decay, leaving a marsh of unpleasant flora and scents. As view pulls away from that disgusting place, an old Model T drives down the road towards it. Inside the old car Jaune sat in the passenger while Trish drove. He was dressed in a yellow knitted sweater vest over a white dress shirt. Topped with a fine baby blue bow tie. His eyes were covered by a pair of gifted Oliver Goldsmiths. Trish was wearing something more akin to a flapper then her usually ratty clothes. An emerald green long dress that went to her calf's, a knitted Olive color overcoat on her shoulders, and a pair of oval sunglasses hanging on her face. Only thing unladylike that she was wearing was a pair of hand me down boots she bought.
Play House of the Rising Sun (bottleneck slide) By Jirkakbe2
As she drove Jaune along the Dunwich pass, listening to the local station out of Arkham. Jaune recalls the telegram he received a week prior. It from Suzie Kempston, she found Yang. After exiting the station, the two got a car from someone going by Lexy before heading out. All she figured out was that they were going down the Dunwich Pass to Blackwater. Why or how she had yet to figure out. Upon hearing the news, he grabbed Trish, bought a train to Arkham and followed after. It was a cold trail, but the closet he has gotten in years. Not willing to lose her, they rented the cheapest car and set out. Jaune has seen very few disturbing places in his life, but the landscape surrounding him gave his a feeling of distrust. He turned his eyes upward at the beautiful sky. Only thing decent about this setting. As he looked upward, listening to the rhythm of an old six stringer his ears begin to (Bump, bump.) twitch. He could hear (Bump, bump.) something faint off in distance but there.
Looking around (Bump, bump.) all he can see is jagged rocks and poorly grown trees. (Bump, bump.) That's when the car went over a small hill, revealing a desolated valley (Bump, bump.) bellow of Mt. Watatic. A few towns and farms were (Bump, bump.) within sight of an isolated woods. That's when (Bump, bump.) he heard something. It sounded like (Bump, bump.) a women, not any women… his mother voice. (Bump, bump.)
(Bump, bump.) "…Jaune… Jaune… where are you?" (Bump, bump.) Jaune begins to look around when Trish gained his attention by slapping him on the back of his head.
"Ouch, Hey, what was that for!?" Jaune asks as he rubs the back of his head.
"Stranger's on the road… as I have told you the first five times." Trish remarks as she points to the man ahead.
Readjusting his tilted glasses, he can see a stranger trying to flag them down. Dressed in oversized Jean overalls with a rotting flannel under he seems to be standing in the middle of the road trying to flag them down. As they approach, they can see a rope pack of fish and meats hanging on his back, along with friendly yokel grin plastered on his face.
"Should we stop for him?" Trish asked.
"Eh… suppose we should." Jaune said as he fixes his glasses. "He may have seen Yang."
Trish gives a nod and slows the car down as she pull to the side. The man then approaches the car and greeted the two. "Howdy y'all. Wondering you two want some here grub before getting onto town."
"Um… no thanks. But if you want a dolor for your trouble mind answering a few questions?" Jaune said holding a single bill.
"Well now that sound like a gong dong good deal. Food and a bill to my name. What old Hector Winney could do for a fine couple such as yourself?" The hobo known as Hector asked.
"We ain't a thing. Coworkers." Trish corrected.
"All the same what piece of knowledge you willing to pay me for?" Hector asked.
"Have you seen a Blonde driving through here? She should be easy to recognize, blonde hair, Lilac eye's, covers her right arm. I have a photo if it helps." Jaune remarks as he pulls out the photo from his shirt pocket. He hands it to Hector who himself removes a dirty and chipped pair of spectacles from his pocket. Looking over the picture he then hands it back before giving his answer.
"Yeah, recon I saw her in town yawn the bridge. She was with another man. Didn't like the feeling he gave off. Scar on his cheek told a story I dared not want to know." The man said with a shudder.
"Is she still in town with that man?" Trish asked.
"Recon so, ain't no way out of here cept the way you came. That or by foot but them coyotes be on you like a meal on silver platter." Hector replies.
"What about Dunwich?" Jaune asked.
"Boy you ain't got a flies chance on patties to get city folks like them to see Dunwich. Granted they got themselves better commute then this here town, that bar ain't that high to begin with." Hector said before pulling out a cigarette. After lighting it, he then takes a drag before continuing; "However recent events has well, let's say decrease the ideal local."
"… what?" Trish asked with a raised brow.
"Um, an illness something wretched gripped the town. Not sure what it is but a Dunwich local vet, claim that the doggone critters caught the illness of sorts. Passed it onto the locals." Hector said before pausing to take a drag. "Never have I've seen such decrypted people get so low prior to them welts."
"Welt's? What are you talking about old timer?" Trish asked with some interest in her voice.
"Them sickness has caused the locals to grow some sort of nasty black welts all over. Puss leaking like rain in a shack, and a few of the old fellows begin to act weird as well. Take the Sheriff in town, he gave a Sermon a few weeks after the o'll preacher vanished. Can't recall much but he was talking nonsense about his mother in these here hills… strange how they begin to clap for him." Hector said with a shudder as memories seem to be flashing back.
"I think you've been hit by the white lightning too many times." Trish said with a non-believing look on her face.
"I swear, I may have tasted the amber but I've gone weeks without it… starting to get desperate now them holm brew stuff came into town. Stuff made me hearing things for days. Mostly a woman screaming echoing in my bad ear." Hector said as he points to his left ear.
"… I see… Um, well thank you for your advice Mr. Winnie. We will be well to stay away from anything infected." Jaune said feeling slightly uncomfortable by Hector's comments.
"But sadly we must be on our way." Trish said before attempting to start up the car.
"I'd understand, don't want to keep o'l Hector time now. Mighty kind of you but, may I ask you something before you wander on over there?" Hector asked.
"Um sure what is it?" Jaune asked as Trish struggled to get the car to start.
"I don't get much information outside this here valley, but I can't help but recall seeing your face somewhere. Have you met O'l Hector before?" Hector asked as he pulls out a paper bag with a glass bottle sticking out. Wrapped around the top was an old poster of Jaune's performance back in October.
"No, but you may have seen me before." Jaune said as Trish got the car started. He then points to the dirty poster on the bottle. Hector gave a funny look as they drove off, Only when he looked down at the bottle did he notice the dirty poster on his bottle.
The two remain silent for a few moments as they drove into town. After passing the thresh hold did Trish speak up. "… Did you really have to tell them who you are?"
"What? I don't mind if people know who I am." Jaune remarks as he leans back in his seat.
"So, if they ask where you come from, you'll tell them that you are from another world and all your songs were "Borrowed" as a form of foreign exchange?" Trish asked as she rolled her eyes.
"Well… no not… exactly." Jaune remarks as he slinks into his seat.
"Umhm… Yeah, that's what I thought." Trish said as she pulled the car across a small bridge. As they were quickly approaching the town, the stench from the swamp hit's there nose's hard. Trish covered her nose before asking, "This friend of yours… she worth wallowing through this fecking cesspit? From what you've told me, she can't recall her own name these days."
"I've known her sister, Ruby for a long time. If she was my sister, I'd want someone to find her." Jaune explains as Trish slowly pulls into town.
"… Is it because she has big tits?" Trish asked causing Jaune to nearly spaz in his seat.
"WHAT! NO!" Jaune snaps with a red face.
"You sure, I've seen the picture of your friends. And knowing what she looks like, I'm surprise you want to save her solely on the merit of friendship." Trish said as she stops the car.
"She's already in a relationship with someone else." Jaune said with the blush still plastered on his face.
"Uh huh, and the fact that she can't remember squat doesn't open a door of opportunity for a night or two." Trish said causing Jaune to blush even harder somehow. He struggled to come up with a rebuttal but couldn't. Instead he got out of the door and stomped off into town. Tish only rolled her eyes before following after him.
Jaune stormed off into town, though calling it a town is a bit polite. It was a hobble of multiple shack's with a muddy road that cut's through towns. Looking over the place Jaune can spot a number of buildings were empty. The few that had occupants, seemed to shun him. However there tired and suspicious eyes match the multiple boils covering them. Along with that the locals smelled horrific. A mixture of black puss, and humid temperature, and a lack of bath houses, caused Jaune to nearly vomit as he enters the center of town. Struggling to hold his nose, Jaune looked around, noticing an expensive looking ford that had been stripped of it's tires and engines. Right beside it was a much better maintenance shack with a sign out front. 'Dales Trading Post… No Negro's, Micks, Spicks, or Chinks.'
"Lovely." Jaune remarks sarcastically before fixing his tie.
He then walks towards the store. On the front porch, two children sat their staring at a glass Jar of mud. They noticed Jaune approaching and Jaune politely waved to them. The kids give a friendly wave back before sticking the worm inside the jar. Jaune watched with some interest when he noticed something off. Small white spec's appeared all around the worm. The worm moved about in what could only be described as agony before being dragged under the mud. The kids waited a few moment before grabbing another worm. A little unnerved Jaune walks into the story with haste in his step.
Inside the shop were a number of things you would find in a Frontier town store. Produce, mostly corn, tomatoes, and wild blueberries, all rotten beyond acceptability. Hunting equipment like knifes, guns, and ammunition were hanging up on the shelf. The barrels were rusting, knifes dull and hanging precariously, and the bullets were scattered in a disorganize manner. Then there was the clothes… all of them had an absurd number of moths hanging from them. As Jaune looks through the Knickknacks, a set of footsteps caught his attention. Out from the side a man with a hunchback caring a box filled with multiple items.
"Store ain't open on Sunday's." The man said in a gruff tone as he sets the box down. "Can't yah city boy's read?"
"It's Thursday… and you didn't hang any sign that said that." Jaune replies as he thumbs towards the door.
The Hunchback looks up with a daggered glair before replying, "What do want then, city boy?"
"Um, I'm just looking for someone." Jaune said before reaching down to grab the picture when the man stopped him.
"I know who your looking for." The man said holding up his hand.
"You do?" Jaune asked with a brow raised.
"Yeah… I'm going to tell you right now it's a bad idea." The man said causing Jaune to give a confused look. "They don't like strangers… sides I sell there sput right here."
"… There sput?" Jaune asked now even more confused.
"Whiskey, you got corn in them ears boy?" The man said before reaching down and pulling a mason jar of whiskey out from behind the counter. "Ain't that what you, city folk want from this crumb hole?
"Um, no that ain't why I'm here… though I'm not sure if that stuff is legal." Jaune remarks as he looks down at the whiskey.
"… You with the government boy? Cause I can tell you that if that's true we don't take kindly to folks messing with our fair town." The man said as he grabs a stick of dynamite from the box and held it menacingly.
"Whoa, I mean no offense." Jaune said as he held up his hand trying to defuse the situation. "I just came here looking for a friend."
"Hmm, one of your friends came down here? Tsk tourist." The man said as he starts grabbing multiple bundles of dynamite from the crate.
"Um, well she isn't that hard to miss. Hector told me he saw her coming into town." Jaune remarks as the man wraps the bundle of dynamite with twine.
"Uh huh, I'd trust a damn coon to tell the truth then the words of that drunk. We ain't got no tourist for a few weeks now. Best to get going." The man said as he stores the bundle of dynamite.
"Are you sure… I have a photo if it helps." Jaune said as he reaches into his back pocket.
"I told you I ain't seen no tourist in weeks." The man said not interested in seeing the photo. "Now unless you're looking to buy something, I recon getting the hell out of here. You're scaring away my regulars."
Jaune looked around for a few moments. Nobody was in the store, much less waiting to enter. But he recognize how the man ain't gonna help. So with a sigh Jaune gives a nod before remarking, "Alright. Have a love…"
Before he could finish, the man pulls out a yellow gauntlet. Jaune's eyes goes wide in shock as his word dies in the back of his throat. The gauntlet he pulled out of his box was Yang's. The shell was covered in cracks, the firing mechanism jammed, and a noticeable splat of blood can be seen.
"Where you get this?" Jaune asked.
"Hmm, just an old family heirloom. Ain't for sale." The man said as he put's his hand on the gauntlet. However Jaune grabbed it.
"Bull, this belongs to my friend. What happened to her?" Jaune asked with a serious tone.
"Get your damn hand off it city boy, or I swear to god I'll whoop your…" Before the Hunchback could finish, Jaune grabbed his shirt collar. Much to the surprise of the man, he was pulled across the counter and pressed against it by this crippled city boy.
Infuriated Jaune hold the man down tightly and in an aggressive tone he snaps. "Where is she!"
"Get off me you damn cit.." Before he could finish, Jaune lost his temper and punched the man.
"WHERE IS SHE!" Jaune shouts.
"Sheriff! Sherriff!" The man calls out before Jaune beats the man a few more times.
"WHERE IS YANG!" Jaune shouts as he held a bloody fist over the man's bloody face.
"I… I don't.. serve no…" Before the man could finish Jaune throughs the last punch before the scene shifts to a black and white scenic view.
A few days prior (In black & white flash back!)
The fist slammed down on the table, there Schmidt was arguing with the Hunchback store owner. He was arguing about cost of information about the local brew. As he argued, the view pans outside where Yang was waiting by the expensive ford, with its tires and engine still inside. Yang was not looking good. She was wearing a pair of knickers with long boots. Holding the knickers up was a pair of overalls, under a vest. Due to the heat she had rolled up her left sleave as far as she can but kept the right one down. But her face was horrible. Her once flowing hair was greasy, and unkept. Her eye's sunken and hollow from sleep depravity, and her lips smelled heavily of whiskey, coffee, and smokes. For the better part of half a year she has been having difficulties sleeping. What she saw in Arkham… that… thing. It glimpses into her mind every time she is alone. Had it not been for Abigale she would have found herself at the end of a morphine shot to cope with her insomnia. Even though that kid helped, there is only so much time she can spend with her. Now she finds herself in this backwoods hobble helping Schmidt secure whiskey for Lexy. The part about coming back to Arkham had put her on edge, with any hope she may score some hard hitting and cheap whiskey. To help ease her into slumber… without seeing the face of that abomination.
As she stands there silently, trying hard to keep the sounds of those accursed flutes from her mind when Schmidt walked on out with a mason jar filled with whiskey. Covering the Jar was a torn piece of Newspaper. Schmidt takes a small sip from the whiskey.
"Damn, man's a jackass but this ain't half bad." Schmidt said as he looks down at the glass.
Do you mind if I?" Yang asked as he exhausted eyes looked down at the bottle of Whiskey.
"… Sure." Schmidt said hesitantly. He knows full well of Yang's new unhealthy habits but who was he to complain. He was in the same place after the war. He's just glad Abigale kept her from going beyond cheap booze.
He gives her the glass and she take's a long swig from it. Whiskey had a strong burn when it went down her throat, but for some reason she feels, lucky. As if that's a word to describe whiskey. But in all honesty the best way to describe the whiskey was putting pep in her step like coffee, yet calming her like English tea.
"Wow, that's surprisingly good." Yang said as she was tempted to take another sip. However she had a job to do so she hands the Jar back to Schmidt.
"Thanks." Schmidt said as he takes the whiskey before turning to Yang. "This is a turn in our line of work, easy in and out jobs rarely ever happen."
"Hmm, yeah..." Yang said in an uncaring tone as she watches the strange kids playing in the mud out in the street. In an instant that feeling of joy left her and now a sickening feeling took hold.
Schmidt place a hand on Yang's shoulder before asking in a rarely used concern tone. "You okay?"
"Yeah... just bad dreams." Yang said shrugging off the hand before her nose wrinkles. "And that smell isn't helping."
Schmidt takes a sniff before turning to Yang. "It's not that bad…"
Before he could finish one of locals run up to them. A child covered in nasty black welts and puss stopped before holding out his hand. In the other was jar filled with mud. He seemed intent on receiving something.
Schmidt stared at the kid for a few moments before showing him along. The kid squints in annoyance as he turns to Yang holding out a hand. Yang waves him off before noticing another child behind Schmidt going through his back pocket Before getting anything good, Schmidt grabbed the kid's wrist and give it a twist. The kid cries out in pain causing another who was behind Yang to jump and panic before all three of them run away.
"God damn punks." Schmidt spat with an annoyed look.
"Monty, I'd feel bad for them… if it wasn't for how creepy they look in packs. Swear I can vaguely recall a picture show that talked similar to those damn kids." Yang said with a shudder as she pats herself down to see if they stole anything.
"A talking picture show? What kind of Nickelodeon did you see as a kid?" Schmidt asked with a confuse look.
Yang gave a shrug as she pat's herself down to see if those brats took anything. As she does Schmidt takes another sip from the whiskey. As he does his eyes looked down at the mason Jar's wrapping. He noticed the newspaper which has the usual headlines except one that check his eyes. 'Pope denounce Italian Duce'. Schmidt holds the jar back and begin to read what was legible.
"Hey Schmidt. I got to ask. If it's important to secure this homebrew, why doesn't Al get someone closer to do it. Like Lex, or that new guy, Luciano?" Yang asked as she carful move through the mud towards the car.
"Hmm." Schmidt muttered now to focus on the paper plastered to the jar.
"... Schmidt?" Yang asked as she stepped over a mud pile. Schmidt's eyes scanned the smudge and running line on the paper, and with each bit cause him to narrow them even more.
"Schmidt!" Yang said trying to get his attention as she spots a few angry glances from some yokels. He was just at the last line when Yang slams her metal hand at his back.
"What?!" He shouted as he rubs the back of his head in pain.
"Jay's, and they ain't looking at me like a lady." Yang said with an annoyed squint as she points to the multiple eyes on them Schmidt scans them before giving a small nod. The two begin to walk the other way with Schmidt inching to his Colt under his coat. Yang then remarks, "I think we overstayed our welcome."
"Yeah." Schmidt replayed now gripping his gun. "We should get out of here fast. Before they start something they would regret."
Yang gives a nod in agreement as she made sure nobody was sneaking up on them. The two then head into the car and drove out of town, towards the east. The idea was that they were going to try some whiskey before meeting a contact on the outskirts of town. He had stollen a few crates and willing to sell for half what the brewers were going for. His mind was on the paper but for some reason he can hear a women's voice in his head. He didn't recognize it, but the melody seemed to be drowned out his thoughts. Giving up trying to get her out of his head Schmidt goes for a cigarette but couldn't find his. Those damn Kids must have taken it when they pickpocketed him.
"... So... you didn't answer my question Schmidt." Yang remarks as Schmidt curses his luck.
"Hmm, sorry what was it?" Schmidt asked as he gave up trying to look for the pack of cigarettes.
"Why are we here? We traveled all the way from Chicago to this backwoods town. In the middle of cousin country, for whiskey when we could have asked Lex to grab." Yang remarks irritated as she begins tried to cool herself down in the muggy heat.
"Well recently they had their hands full with certain individuals bringing trouble to the table." Schmidt tighten his grip on the wheel. "I'd only picked up a few snip bits of what's going on till I saw the news article on the whiskey jar."
"Oh? What? Did they outlaw cocaine or something across the pound?" Yang asked sarcastic.
"Worse, Italy is in a Civil War." Schmidt replied.
"Hmm, really? Huh, so that's spilling on over? Monty is it like the Black sox Scandal?" Yang asked as she pulls out her own box of cigarettes.
"Not exactly. According to the newspaper that I was struggling to read, Mussolini took power from the King Emmanuel III, and formed what he calls, the Fascio party. Blamed the Pope for Marshal Cadorna's fuck up in Austria. While it's unofficial he might as well declare war on the Vatican." Schmidt retorts before a pause. He thinks back to his time on the Western Front before continuing. "Not surprising though, after those Austrian and Krauts and burned Rome to the foundation. The soldiers tried to find refuge in Vatican City. They didn't make it pass the gates. During the fighting some Italian soldiers were killed by Vatican Guards while the rest were shot in the back by the Hun while scratching at the cities gate. Tsk, it's no wonder the new government want's the Vatican to burn."
"Hmm, Mussolini... why does that name sound familiar?" Yang asked as she lights a smoke before offering him one.
Schmidt looks down at the cigarette. Woodbine wasn't his brand but beggars can't be choosers. He picks one up and light it with a match. After taking a drag he then explained, "Remember that photo of that bald man. The one where you'd describe him as and quote, 'Really needs to take a shit'."
"Oh yeah, heh, heh. Didn't he flee to Switzerland because the army wanted him to fight?" Yang asked with a smug smile. "Surprise the fat ass managed to gain any power, especially with the army."
"Well that what happens when your country is in such a shit show that it makes Germany look like a family vacation." Schmidt said before taking a puff.
"... So what does that have to do with us being in the ass end of nowhere?" Yang asked as she takes a puff.
"So the local families in the south Italy; Sicily I believe, started moving north off their little island. The fascist didn't like them moving in, and the mob… didn't like them targeting their clergy's. So then that 'fat ass' order his black suits to attack the mob. Which caused what seems to be a civil war… and a lot of folks, some with connections to the old family came here. Some of them have been good Samaritans… but most like that Maranzano have been a pain in our necks since they got off the boat" Schmidt said explained
"Oh, I remember him, that schmuck calling himself the 'Capo Di Tutti I Capi?' Tsk give him a week before he's whacked." Yang said before taking a drag from her cigarette. After exhaling she continues, "Still, going to bring a lot of heat down on everyone at this rate. Soon, we'll all start fighting for a slice of the American pie."
"Yeah, and now we know who to blame this conundrum on." Schmidt says as he throws away is cigarette when he sees the place where they were going to meet. However much to his surprise, only a car was left behind. The engine still humming.
"Um… where's our guy?" Yang asked as Schmidt pulls the car to the side.
"I don't know… but something tells me we may need to open the trunk." Jacob said as he turns the car off and exited the vehicle. He went towards the back with Yang following after. Opening the back of the trunk was a mess of weapons. Ranging from pistols to rifles.
"Want the Mp18?" Schmidt ask offering the imported weapon.
"Nah, I'd prefer the shotgun." Yang remarks as she picks up the Winchester Model 1887.
"Hmm, so do I. Sides, the rifle's is something I'm more used to." Schmidt said as he grabs a bolt action Springfield.
The two now armed moved towards the woods. There was some holes and tents set up. Looked like an abandoned expeditionary site. Though they could care less for it. They looked around for a few moments before Yang spots a blood trail. Pointing it out, the two follow it deep into the woods. The blood trail leads on and on. What felt like hours, they came to a clearing and the blood trail ending abruptly. Crates of Whiskey can be found, all of them smashed by something big. Cursing their luck, the two looked around for any crates that survived, or even their contact. As they looked around, something slinks in the distance. Undetected from the two. As they looked for him, something lands on the back of Yang's head. Touching it, she found a splat of Blood. Another drop falls down and she look's up. What she saw caused her to gasp in horror. As the view pulls up to reveal the shadow of a man, hanging from the branches. Gut's hanging out, eyes missing, Jaw split wide open. All five limbs pulled to the point of breakage by branches. It was like the man had been Lynched by the tree's themselves.
Hello everybody, Wombag1786 here.
From Crimson Weresloth: Makes a troll face under mask as the Trololo Song plays in the background.
Thanks for writing Crimson Weresloth
From Black cross0: Thanks, I'm happy to graduate. Now the question is do I find a job or peruse a master degree? (Question for another day!)
Think 1897 Bram Stoker novel but yeah. He dead.
By the looks of it, with the help of Jaune. (If he can find her… before it's too late)
Thanks, it's good to be back with this story. Specially this ark. (Prepare to get Freud!)
Thanks for writing Black cross0
From Carre: 1. No problem.
2A. Well, that's one way. Another is similar to starship troopers. (It's a question of who volunteers or selected to be turn into one of the natives. The rest are either blood bags for food or breeding corpses.)
2B. again, (Curse you google translator!) Oh while on the subject is Fritz Kortner works for the actor who plays as Olof?
2C. He wasn't born (Last I check he was in his late 20's.) Had a bit of a trouble finding a volcano that erupted after the war but prior to 1925
2D. We don't talk about Brun… I mean, Lie Ren. He's always whispering and muttering with someone. Guess we found out who.
2E. It does though they are heading for Panama. So on point with what I said to Black Cross. 1897 Bram Stoker novel.
2F. We are going to get Freud on Jaune and it seems Yang will be in danger.
3. Tack så mycket. Don't worry I gave her the day off. She will probably won't hear what you said. *Arc 9 forshadowing
Thanks for writing Carre
Well, I would like to say it's good to be back. I'm in the prosses of finding a part time job but I already found three jobs at the time of this posting so the next chapter will come out in three weeks but after return to the normal two week schedule. Now please fav and fol the chapter, leave a comment or question down bellow and I'll get back to you. This is Wombag1786 signing off.