Musings

[Wednesday, 1/5/11, 9 p.m.: Reavers enter the city. They look human beneath the dirt, layers of torn clothing, face paint and piercings. Creations will have heard tales about them after coming through the portal, Creations gone mad somehow while crossing and settling in pockets across the southern United States. They do not talk, they will not listen, and they descend on Seattle at 9 p.m. in the thousands. They're unafraid of threats, harm, or weapons. They don't communicate; they don't even try. They can use their abilities, though, which include everything from mind control to invisibility, and their only goal seems to be to find other Creations and tear them apart with their hands and their teeth; they're cannibalistic. Unfortunately, they inadvertently target humans, too, and the stories start running on the news and in the papers by 9:15 pm. The human world doesn't know who they are or what they're after - yet. But it's only time until one of them is captured and medical testing begins.

By 9:30, martial law and a state of emergency have been declared, the National Guard are patrolling the streets, and the city borders have been closed off. This will continue until 1/10/11, at which point all Reavers are either dead, captured or in hiding.]