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“Zombies. Zombies. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, right?” Sawyer slurred, words being spoken rather loud and slow for the surrounding environment. These were the thoughts that had been running through his head ever since the incident a couple of nights before and, much to his pleasure, his fellow hunters were in a similar boat in terms of confusion. What else would they find themselves up against? Not being able to openly hunt supernatural creatures was hard enough given that he would have to have probable cause otherwise he would likely see his head on a stick, but knowing there were more than just a handful of different species? Sawyer felt like his head may explode.
If only his father could see where he was now.
Not that he really wanted him to. After all, Sawyer’s father had been a terrible, abusive, neglectful man to both him and his siblings — never paying them much mind unless it came to teaching them the ways of hunting. But, nevertheless, Elijah Bardot would have had a grin on his face if he could see what his son had grown into. Both fortunately and unfortunately the man had never lived to see the day, but Sawyer tried his very best not to dwell on that too much. Admittedly, the recurring nightmare of having to kill his siblings after they had been turned still kept him up at night, but it was the only motivation for him to get up in the morning and head into work.
And what had gotten him through the most recent day was knowing that he was going to get unimaginably wasted with his friend Kit and shoot the shit about everything that had been happening lately — but what else was really new?