using a Weevil because I'm not that creative lol
Usually, working alone on a hunt was not a problem. Sere Winchester could take care of herself and had been for years. She was well-versed in the many different creatures that went bump in the night thanks to her late grandfather's journal and the additions made to it by her dad and Uncle Dean. There were times, obviously, when she needed to call for backup, but it was very seldom because she didn't know what she was up against.
This was on a scale she'd never seen before. Most of the time, these types of incidents were isolated. A haunted house, a nest of vampires, a pack of werewolves; even if the creatures were numerous, they tended to cluster together. These goddamned things were nowhere in the journal and they hadn't even started being reported anywhere until the early 2000s...even then, that had been in Wales. The reports were pretty exclusive to Cardiff, as far as Sere could tell, until around 2020. Then, they started cropping up in London. New York. Los Angeles. Buenes Aires. Tokyo. Whatever they were, they didn't come out often, it seemed — well, up until recently, anyway — but they lived in the sewers and they were ugly as hell with a tendency to kill when confronted.
Super, Sere thought to herself, right up my alley. No, she didn't have a death wish, but Sere lived for the adrenaline rush. She supposed anyone who chose to be a hunter sort of must.
Loading her shotgun with rock salt rounds and regular ones alternately, just in case, she parked the Jeep near the back alley where three different sightings of this fucking thing — or things — had already been reported this week. "Come on, you smelly bitch, bring it on."