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Feeling a strong vibration, I wake up on the floor, in a pool of vomit. My head is split open and all I can see is red from the blood in my eyes. I pull myself up staggering toward the table, wiping the blood from my face. Everything is trashed. My molds which took more than a month to make are shattered and the silver bullet tips are gone. What the fuck happened? How could we have been attacked? I scan the room looking for Charlie and Giovanni. Giovanni is crumpled up in a ball. I rush over to him and his tongue is swollen, his eyes blood red. He choked on his own vomit. By the way my stomach aches I’d say we’ve been drugged if not outright poisoned. But where is Charlie? Charlie, he made the food. Was that how it happened? Had he helped them scumbag Werewolves? Remembering that there was a mother and child upstairs I drag myself as fast as I can manage up there. It is empty. The beds stripped, and the bowl of soup I brought Violet is half empty. He took her and the baby. But why? The more I think about it the more it starts to connect in my head.
Giovanni and Charlie were the ones who most often went out for supplies. It was Charlie who offered to cook today. Usually it was Wade. But with him off with Danny... Fuck were they alright? Could I find them in the tunnels? Determined I go back downstairs. Grab my revolvers which are hidden in a box under one of the cabinets and head for the tunnels. When I reach the entrance I find that the doors are blocked! Caved in somehow. I can’t get through, which means that they can’t get back. I only hope they weren’t in the tunnels when they collapsed.