Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-768817-20140413003759/@comment-768817-20140414044742

A man cam out of the darkness from town, bloodied, and beaten, "They... They took them.. They just took them..." He said stare blankly. Charlie and some others ran up to him.

"Who?" Charlie asked.

"Them... I don't know... Them..."

"Is there anyone left?" Another asked.

"... Yes... Yes. Some of us didn't get taken... There are wounded. And I think some might be dead."

"We can't just go back home with those things out there! We've got to do something!" One woman cried.

"What about our families? Are they just gone?" A man asked distraughtly.

"We should go out there and get them back!" An angry resident shouted, getting jeering returns from his audience, untill the Reverend, Jim Boston stepped in.

"We can't all go out there. And we clearly aren't much of a match agaist those things on our turf, not to mention their home huntin' grounds, which is just what we'd be marchin' into. Now, there are folks that need are help, that aren't dissapeared into the swamp, folks we can help. We need to be helpin' them, and not worrin' about the others." He said in a calm tone.

"But we can't just let them die out there!" A man shouted.

"We should organize a hunting party!" A second man cried.

"Sending a party out would, simply be sending more people to their deaths. It's not worth it. We don't have the know how, or equipment to fight these things." Boston continued.