From Dunwich they had fled like rats from a sinking ship. Spread to the corners of the province, hiding away in the knotholes of the fabric of time and space. Andy Whippoorwill knew that he would find them. He would hunt each Whateley down and end their inbred family line. If he didn't, they would sink pale tendrils into their new homes and rot them away like they had Dunwich. (And Andy…poor Andy…did not know that the very blood he meant to water the Earth with flowed in his own veins. For his father had lain with Ivy Whateley, and Andy was to be the peace, but alas! Information is as valuable as gold, and Andy was not a wealthy man). The trail had gone cold. Vermin all, the malformed monsters Andy sought had hidden themselves away. He had a lead now though…he would merely need to find Herbert West.
The reanimator had recently dropped off the face of the Earth as well, but his trail was not yet cold. Andy had found where the good doctor's funding had come from for a good portion of the last year. Advent Industries: now defunct, but would a reanimator really be found in a bustling company? Somewhere full of life? Andy didn't think so. West would lead him to the Whateley's, for Andy had heard a rumor that something tentacled and shambling had emerged from the doctor's laboratory…something that cried out for its father in a voice that induced insanity.
Andy took his father's old motorcycle to within a few blocks of the building. He parked it in an alley, covering it with a ratty tarp to prevent it from being stolen. Then he quietly covered the distance, wary of being noticed lest he frighten away his quarry. The building certainly seemed derelict…a pungent coating of garbage coated the floors, oozing as it decomposed. Everything was gloomy and dark, the electricity having been cut off months ago. Andy slipped his brass knuckles onto his fists, uneasy in this stagnant place.
The sounds of a scuffle from a nearby hallway. Andy broke into a sprint, turning his head rapidly to make up for his narrowed field of vision. He leaped around a corner, only to find the battle over…a dirty bum lay on the floor, a surprised looking kid staring down at him. "Hey kid, is this a new hobo-fighting venture, or do you have a legit reason for me NOT to beat your face in?"
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