Who: Nigel and Sookie What: Getting away Where: Through the door to Trinidad When: After Abigail was taken to hospital Status: Closed Warnings: TBD
They had to get further away from the fog. It was taking it's toll on Sookie and now, it was beginning to weed it's way into Nigel's mind. He could hear voices and they would talk to him, but sometimes they would talk around him. He couldn't make out the words yet but if he stayed any longer then he would, just like everyone else. Just like Sookie.
So Nigel did what he had to and took Sookie through a door to Trinidad. It was a blessing and wondered why the hell everyone else hadn't gone through yet. They were idiots. It was a choice between paradise or hell.
As soon as they stepped foot on the soft warm white sand of the Caribbean, Nigel scanned the beach huts and houses. Some had people in them but not all of them. They walked further and after choosing carefully and allowing Sookie to break off and walk along the beach, Nigel broke into a decent sized house. It had been lived in but it was empty and dust had gathered on the tops of shelves. There were no shoes by the door or sand prints. Besides, they were isolated enough that if he had to kill anyone, it would go unseen and be fairly easy to hide the body. He pulled out his guns from his back pockets and set the down on the small living room table before calling out to Sookie. "Mica!"