Who: Henry Townshend and [OPEN] What: Henry's creativity overtakes his common sense and he goes out to photograph the fog. When: Monday night, after having his blood taken Where: Streets near The Isis Rating: TBD, possible violence? Status: In progress
The fog was beautiful. Eerie and sinister, but beautiful. Looking out the window he could see it curled around the buildings. It occurred to him that it would make a great photograph. Taking pictures at night was tricky, because of the lighting, but when they came out right they were worth it.
He wasn't entirely certain it was smart to go out right now, but he wouldn't go very far. And he might not see fog like this again, to take a picture of it.
Grabbing his best camera and a tripod, he headed for the door. Then he turned around and got his gun, too.
When he got outside he noticed the smell of decay, and the blood on the sidewalk. This was weirder than just fog. Maybe he'd just take one or two shots and go back inside.