Don’t Get Blown Up

Havermouth, The Present

The mood of the mob of Havermouth residents and the werewolf army changed gears as they passed into the streets around the hospital.

Cameron reached out and took her hand, but his eyes were on Heath. She saw Heath’s nostrils flare, his expression tense. The noise of the Unimog meant that they couldn’t talk, but she could read the expressions of her men as they approached the cement roadblock between them and the hospital.

Talen and Heath hopped down and between them moved the roadblock out the way.

Behind the line of trucks, Havermouth’s residents followed, some on foot, trailing behind, whilst others had piled onto the trays of Utes and as the Unimog trucks came to a stop, and everyone offloaded, Aislen saw the looks that passed through the people. They were afraid. They had expected the adrenaline of violence, to find Van Helsings standing in opposition, to fight their way through them. Instead, there were no Van Helsings to be seen, and the air was heavy