For some reason there is an abandoned factory or warehouse in the middle of the forest in my dreams. Just hanging out, no big thing. And surprisingly, there wasn't some ax wielding masked murderer inside looking to chop my head off. Instead there were these flying things. Again, I know they're called "hummers", just like I knew what the sniffer dogs were called, even though I haven't heard anyone
call them that - not that there's anyone
around to call them that. Hummer is kind of a stupid name since they don't hum. They buzz like flies. But they do look like a weird cross between a hummingbird and a bat.
They're obnoxious and they dive at me, but they aren't as nasty as the sniffer dogs. Oh, but don't worry,
they're here too. I'm getting
really good at swinging this pipe around and killing these things. Yay. Good for me.
And I was kind of wrong about there not being anyone around. I came across this guy sitting in front of a
huge boulder. Just chilling. If he noticed the dogs and the bat-things, he didn't seem frightened of them and they didn't seem to want to bother him. Just me. Awesome.
The guy gave me a little bit of history about the rock he was sitting in front of, but honestly, I don't remember anything about it. Then he started talking about this weird cult in the area and that he was doing research on it, or something. I don't think this guy is quite right.