Who: Devin and Zania
Where: Zania’s place
When: early afternoon
Devin had had an uneasy feeling ever since he’d awakened at around nine that morning. Some of it was related to how tight-lipped Charlie had been before he’d gone to the police station; the man had looked as if he’d had next to no sleep, and Devin could only assume that it had to do with whatever had gone on the night before. After his uncle had left, Devin had dug out his phone again and re-read the text from Zania. It made even less sense and was more horrifying than he’d realized, given he’d been two thirds asleep when he’d received it. She’d been shot, there was a werewolf, and Zan needed blood. What?
It was like crazy talk, but she’d told him to come by her house, so he figured if he did, he’d find out if she was trying to pull some elaborate joke on him or if she was serious. But… how could she be serious? While it was true that they were living out a post-apocalyptic existence and anything should be easier to believe now, that was a tough one. Werewolves? Did he look insane?
After doing a few chores around the place-- because he tried to reduce the amount of frown lines Charlie wore when he could-- and showering and eating, Devin headed over to Zania’s. He was scheduled for a late afternoon shift today, and since the power was back on that should be a go, but he had time for this. Once he’d arrived, Devin knocked on the door and waited, trying not to fidget.
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