Ben Narrative Who: Ben Wolf What: On the hunt, but perhaps not When: Current Where: Abandoned subway Ratings/Warnings: Nope.
His residence today was nearly silent. Once the gutted subway car at the end of the tunnel had run, clack-clack-clack over the tracks. It would have been noisy down here, filled with the sounds of trains and humans, filled with the stench of stress and fear and the brittle taste of electricity. It had long ago been stripped of anything valuable, and even those that would use it now as an enclosed shelter had found it unworthy, with its graffiti stained walls.
His feet were quiet on the rubble of the partially collapsed subway and the skeletons of tracks. There was a skitter off to his left. A rat, huge and brown disappeared into a crevice left in the wall. Ben looked away and kept moving, slow and quiet. There was a rumor that something else had taken up residence down here, but so far there was nothing. No nest, no prints, no victims, only the graveyard of things that came before that no one had a use for any longer.
He paused, tilted his head back. Sniffed. Nothing but old, decaying things in an old, decaying place. There was still life down here, only it wasn't a monster. It was bugs and rodents, come to reclaim things left forgotten by the people that built them.
Graveyards could be infested, but this one made of high arches and metal had nothing more than the usual denizens. With a disgusted growl, he turned back the way he came. He was going to go take a shower, and then find some food. Maybe visit that bar with the singer again...