I debated this a lot because this chapter takes the story in a different direction.
It means it is not going to be “hey a zombie outbreak happened and who cares how it happened, how will everyone survive?” deal.
We get our first inkling that supernatural forces are at play with the introduction of Joe and Miles, father and son werewolves.
What sold me on it was Miles complaining no one would accept them in the new town.
Automatically, you think yeah, because you guys are werewolves but no…Miles isn’t talking about that.. he’s talking about them being black.
I don’t know. I found it witty.
Some werewolf rules established. They can speak to each other telepathically while in werewolf form.
I thought about making it so they could talk to each other in their minds in human form too but I saw some difficulties with that whereas in later chapters, them being able to talk as wolves helped me make them communicate when they aren’t near each other.
It made me worry to add a new hero figure. I worried maybe he’d steal Slade’s thunder.
But the thing is, this is 1880. Bram Stoker didn’t publish Dracula until 1897. So I don’t know how much they knew about vampires and werewolves (or zombies, since they are a relatively new addition to the monster world when compared to other monsters)…and Slade and friends would need someone on their side to explain it to them.
There’s some talk alluding to civil rights progress. Miles says why can’t we live in the woods. Joe says why would you deny yourself opportunities. He argues if they keep at it, maybe one day someone in their family will get the chance to do something great.
Hate to say it, but that motivated me to bump Joe off later so that Miles could have a chance to achieve that greatness.
High atop the town’s rickety old water tower, a massive, hairy, hulking beast observed Slade as he dozed. Black fur, dagger-like claws, a snout full of razor sharp teeth. Even at rest, the eight-foot tall creature’s breath was hot, even steamy.
The legends are true. Werewolves have lived amongst humanity for ages, blending in as humans when they can, hiding in the shadows in their alternative form when they’re unable to keep their inner beast at bay.
This one seemed rather interested in the church, having surveyed the property for several minutes. A half mile away in the distance, he saw a pair of red eyes similar to his own emerge above the courthouse. The being they were attached to drew closer, leaping from rooftop to rooftop until it too found a spot on the water tower to lay low.
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