Figuring Things Out
"... You've got to be fucking kidding me," Irene mumbled as they all watched the dome turn completely dark, blotting out the sun and removing most light.
"... Well now what?" Sam asked with seeming irritation, but there was the faintest trembled in her voice.
No one said it, but they all felt it in the air, that familiar stench, that familiar feeling of 'wrongness' that came with the appearance of a certain type of creature.
"Do you... think it's a Harbinger?" Kurt asked tentatively, but Osho shook his head.
"No. The corruption it carried was far more intense than this. In comparison, this one is more subtle... but more far-reaching as well." Osho responded and frowned.
"Everyone stay close to me." He suddenly said, and this time, no one questioned him as they moved closer.
'Gale, do you feel that?' He asked the bird who was now unusually somber.
