I throw a Molotov at the signpost and the black sludge lights up like it's gasoline. Jean stretches, "Diesel? It's one of those blobs." I sigh and Jack comes on the radio, I've got a shot. Jean grabs a golf club and wiggles to take a shot. The blob rushes towards us as she whacks a gas can towards the thing. "Jack! You ready!?" Yeah, get to the car. She runs off and I roll my shoulder. The thing leaps towards me and a loud explosion comes from a sniper rifle. The gas can gets struck as the monster runs over it. The can explodes and the monster lights up like crazy. I grab the post and stones envelop it. I run up and swing through the creature. A blot of sludge flies off with some remnants of a car. I drop the post as it burns into a small puddle. It reaches out with a small hand with barely any black tissue to make the bones move. It falls at my feet.

Jean shouts from the car, "Is it dead!?" I shout, "Yeah!" "Should I tell them Salem is clear!?" I shake my head, "Tell them to take the outskirts of her streets!" She nods as I walk back to the car, "More of these things lately." Jeans yawns, "Yeah, speaking of- Jack, start headed towards us." Ok. Jean smiles, "Diesel, I think something's wrong with those tank crew guys." I let my heart power down, "What about them?" She crosses her arms, "Well, they don't even talk. I waved with a smile and everything, even dropped him hints. Nothing." I smile, "Maybe they aren't into blonds." She makes a pouting face, "Their loss." I smile, "You're way too bubbly to be a soldier's wife anyway." Jean puts her hands on her hips, "Was Penny bubbly?" I take a step back, "You know I don't like talking about it!" "Sorry. Heat of the moment." Who's Penny? We both jump, then my eyes wander towards Jean's finger, still on the talk button. She forces a wide smile as I eyelock with her. "It wasn't on purpose, I promise." I grumble and find myself a seat.

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Jack jumps in and Norbert follows, finds a seat himself. "She isn't wrong though, Diesel. Those guys acted like I didn't even exist. They don't feel human to me." Jack looks over, "Who?" Jean hops in and gets in the driver's seat, "The new guys." Jack looks down, then at Norbert, "Oh- And Norbert! Why couldn't I shoot the sniper!?" I smile, imagine the kid's shoulder getting popped out the socket. "It was an important shot to take, kid." "Yeah, but I could've hit it!" Jean laughs lightly and starts up the car. A nice warm feeling in this heart of mine. Here's hoping my kid's still alive on Kinelt.