Shatterverse Panfandom RP

Not far from the farm is a city called Great Bend, whose outskirts are a spruced-up trailer park. It's not the most comfortable place in the world to live, but for a fit man it's walking distance from the farm.

Why doesn't Adam just live on the farm, you ask?

Here, he's more assured of privacy. And every three days, Adam has a great need for privacy.

A lot of the trailers around here are abandoned. But signs of life remain: the well dug in a broad patch of earth; footprints in the thick snow; smoke coming from a few of the scattered chimneys.

The thermals aren't great around here, but what can you expect when the weather's so cold? Maybe that's why the difference over that one house is so noticeable. That one down there, with the recently-repaired roof and the vaguely sole-shaped muddy patch out front where someone has been coming and going.

This white-sanded beach on the sticky coast of Florida is quiet, except for the hollars of birds, and the gentle rushing of the surf--

FLASH! BANG!

--and the suddenly-appearing man, who stumbles in shock, his mouth open but no words reaching his tongue.