Corey had arrived with Eli, and to her surprise, she saw her grandfather there. After a while, when she saw he was alone, she ghosted up next to him, surveying the work going on. “Sir.” she greeted without looking at him. So, they both knew about werewolves. And they were both going to help the situation.
With both arms curled around a fencepost taller than he was as he helped guide it into a hole between his feet, Serge had to admit some nostalgia for work like this. It was like being a young man again; hard work in dirt and brush, racing the clock before something possibly tried to kill you. He felt great. “He confided quickly,” he said as he stepped back, bracing with both hands for a moment longer before he wasn’t needed. And Serge liked that, that the would-be-boy in her life could step up. The werewolf part, less so.
"He did." Corey said. "We came here after getting some food together." she shared. "Have people volunteered to stand watch after moonrise?" she asked. Because she would. She didn't know if the werewolves would want that or anything, but she didn't need to be in view. Just...someplace close enough.
“I do not know,” Serge answered, eyes ticking between Corey and the workers he’d been helping. “I intend to, but am not sure who among us will organize. And this is not a place where I have authority.” But he could work in it all the same, keep his eyes on the task at hand and pick out each infected face. More, Serge needed to work in this; he was dealing with new predators, and the perceived challenge demanded his focus.
"I am volunteering." she said firmly. It was a tone that said there wasn't room to argue here. "Are there non-lethal rounds available in town anywhere?" she asked, thinking the answer was likely 'no'. After all, after the zombies happened, non-lethal rounds were useless. But she knew they used to exist.