Chapter 4

Chapter 4 brings us some new characters in the small town of Corona Rojo, New Mexico, and a new, hungry Bloodthief with standards.

“You’re trucks are ready?”

“Yes sir.”

“Only the creations I indicated in your letter?”

“Yes sir.”

Wolf appreciated Legion’s eagerness, but at times it was too much. Legion did not want to start the apocalypse with small towns. He wanted to use Driftwoods Necrosis Bombs on huge cities like San Francisco and New York City. He didn’t understand the value of making the population fear their presence. All he cared about was death (who also happened to be his best friend; Death with a capital D).

Wolf was hoping Legion was being true to his word. Tiny numbers of Driftwoods’ abominations were to be sent to accompany the Bloodthieves. Any more than Wolf’s instructed number would compromise all their plans. There had to be enough to make the citizens wonder, but few enough so they wouldn’t be seen all that often. Of course the police force wouldn’t believe the citizens when they said monsters had broken into their home. There would be so few there would be little to no evidence, so they would be simply written off as mistaking an identity of a rabid animal.

“Then send them out.”

“Yes sir.” Legion took a large radio out of his pocket.

“Go.”

***

This was possibly going to be the best money Monica had ever made. Out of all the housekeepers the Denario’s had at their disposal, they had chosen Monica.

She would certainly do a good job (of course she never did badly. She was one of the highest rated housekeepers online, and proud of it). She had to prove to them that she was worth keeping for as long as they needed (hopefully a long time). She needed this money for her family.

It was up to Monica to bring income to her family. With two young siblings, her frail mother and father, and even more delicate grandmother living in one house, she had it rough keeping up with the expenses. They had no electricity, and thus light around the home was provided by small candles scattered about the house. Fortunately they still had running water, which was a blessing to the family, and to Monica. She didn’t need to worry about work and getting water for her family, or cleaning the water for that matter.

The Denario’s were probably the richest people living in Corona Rojo at the moment. They owned a huge, magnificent house at the top of what the locals called “chapitel rocosa”, the Rocky Spire, that looked out upon the whole town.

Some of the locals also like to say the place was cursed, that the place the mansion was built on the mountain used to be an Indian burial ground.

The rest of her family believed this, but Monica did not. She didn’t have time to be scared by ghost stories and hocus-pocus. She had to take care of her family. They had warned her not to take the job, but she persisted. The Denario’s had promised a wonderful amount of money for a Monday to Friday job, and she took it immediately. The money she would earn would be more than enough to keep her family well fed, clean, and maybe even get back their electricity.

***

Dirga smirked at the appearance of the town as the plane descended. There was hardly any colour to it; the houses, the trees, the grass, even the roads were either brown or a light tan.

The place just looked dirty. Dirga, about to be ‘Anita’ among the pesky humans of Corona Rojo, was not thrilled to be here. No doubt the people that lived there were dirty as well. She may be a bloodthirsty creature, but certainly she could sink her teeth into some cleaner morsels than what obviously lived around here.

As the plane set down in flatlands just outside the small town, the engines kicked up a dust storm probably not uncommon to the area.

Reluctant to leave the air-conditioned cleanliness of the jet, she took her time unbuckling herself, getting out of the seat, and making her way to the door.

The pilot watched her leave happily.