All Chapters of 51: The Series: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Lindsay woke up with Crook licking her hand and whining. She could smell it before she was fully awake and knew exactly what was wrong. Lindsay looked up toward the front door. She could see it looking in the door, the same as it had during the storm. “Wren!” she cried. Wren was jolted awake, turned toward the door, and saw it looking in. Lindsay was now standing in the living room, and it was watching her. It let out a low moan, almost sounding sad. As soon as Wren stood, it ran from the porch and toward the trees near their house. “I thought that you said it was gone,” she said, her voice shaking. “It was. It was on the south side of the base this morning. I will call a team now, and they will not leave until it is gone,” Wren told her as he picked up his phone. She walked into the kitchen and looked outside. She could see it in the trees at the edge of their yard. It stepped forward slightly into the light. When it did, she could see its eyes. She began to shake. She remembere

The night wore on as Lindsay and Wren waited for the team to finish when their home phone rang at almost precisely midnight. Wren picked it up, looked at the caller ID, and then answered it. “Hello,” he answered. After just a moment of listening, he said, “She’s awake, so you get to tell her all about it yourself.” He handed Lindsay the phone and told her, “It’s Big Bob.” She let out a sigh as she took the phone. “What did you do?” she asked Big Bob. “What makes you think I did something? Maybe I’m just calling you to let you know that things went alright on shift,” Big Bob said defensively. “Because it is midnight, and the only reason you would call me now is that you have already done something or someone is about to do something that I will not like,” Lindsay told him. “OK, well, just so you know, I might have a complaint filed against me, but it was all an accident, I promise,” Big Bob told her. “Get to the point, Bob. I have had a horrible night, and this is not helping, so

Wren drove, which made Lindsay happy. She usually hated riding in a vehicle driven by someone else, but she was comfortable when Wren drove. She was probably more relaxed than he was riding with her when she drove, especially when she was responding to a call. The drive was beautiful. Wren’s friend lived out in the county on a gravel road along one of the rivers. They drove up the long driveway and stopped in front of a large, old farmhouse. As soon as they exited the car, the front door opened, and a man with white hair stepped onto the porch. “Wren, my boy, it is so good to see you. It has been too long,” the man said as he grabbed Wren in a bear hug when they stepped onto the porch. “And you must be Lindsay. You are just lovely, my dear, and from what I have heard, Wren is a fortunate man to have you. My name is John Lingerfelt, and it is a pleasure to meet you. Come, come; I am making lunch for us.” Lindsay had noticed he had a pronounced German accent. She looked around the si

“Wait, it could still be alive?” Lindsay asked. “I would say it most certainly is still alive. I have seen it come back to life a few times. You see, it has an accelerated healing rate, which I have seen before. It will go into a coma-like state to do this. All appearances are that it is dead, but then it will awaken, and it is always very aggressive when that happens,” John explained calmly. “John, this is why we need your help if you can. Anubis has not been listed in any file or record that has been found so far, and Wren did not even know about him. You might be the only one who knows what else got out,” Lindsay told him. “I took all of the files to the sheriff’s department. Lindsay has been helping me go through all of them because I was not being told everything that has gotten out of containment. Her department has been making the first contact in many cases as things are reported to the department, so I thought they should all know what they could be facing,” Wren told him.

Wren and Lindsay got home and changed into their sweats so they could relax for a little while. Just as they sat on the living room couch, the front door opened, and Dillon walked in. “Mom, Wren, I had so much fun!” he yelled as he walked in and closed the door behind him. “That’s great. Come in, sit down, and tell us about it,” Lindsay told him. “All of the kids were there. You knew that Nim, Rebecca, Jake, and Ashley were going to be there, but Maggie, Josh, Caleb, and Beth were there too. Then they all brought their boyfriends and girlfriends, and the tents were packed, but it was so much fun. Do you mind if I go take a shower and then tell you both more when I’m done?” Dillon asked. “Please go take a shower,” Lindsay told him. She had been trying to hold her breath and not let Dillon know. She was almost sure that Wren was doing the same. “Is it just me, or does it smell like he rolled on a dead skunk?” Wren asked after Dillon left the room. “No, that had to be at least thre