Major Len Creighton stood in his office, contemplating his very existence. He should not have survived this long. He was not immune to the superflu, and there was still a vial out there somewhere that he needed to destroy. Besides, everyone else was immune, and it would be very easy for them to expose him to the virus without harming themselves. He felt a tickle in his throat, but that was common these days. He knew he was safe from the virus in his sterilized office, and yet his brain tricked him into thinking he was getting sick. Soon he was coughing, but he wasn't truly concerned until he felt the congestion building in his chest. His nose started to run and his throat tightened. He collapsed onto the ground, gasping for air. Had someone finally slipped a bit of the virus into his drink? But no, it was progressing too quickly, this was a very concentrated dose. Either way, someone had exposed him, and whether it was accidental or purposeful, they had killed him.
Devyn, the villager Major Len Creighton, who could have destroyed the second vial of Captain Trips, is dead.
Elsewhere,
swingnsave was once again trying to rid herself of her deep guilt. She had betrayed a friend to Flagg. And though he was gone now, her friend was gone too, and she simply couldn't live with herself. Lucky for her, she wouldn't have to for much longer. A man in a fashionable suit approached her, seemingly out of nowhere.
"Well hello there. What's a pretty lady like you doing out here alone this late at night?" He smiled at her in a charming way, and for a moment she was taken in.
"Hi. I um, haven't seen you around here before. Who are you?"
"Oh, nobody special. But I know who you are. You're
Jenny Engstrom. I hear you know how to get valuable information."
"Well, every once in a while I can get answers, if I ask the right question...Is there something you need to know?"
"Oh yes my dear. I need to know exactly why you were allowed to live this long."
In the moment that it took for Jenny to register what the man had said, his strong hands were already at her throat. She struggled and gasped, but there was no use. He left her in a heap on the ground for her friends to discover in the morning.
Swingnsave, Jenny Engstrom, who could ask the mods a question every three nights, is also dead. Sadly the coroner could not determine her affiliation.
It is now Day 10
Lynch deadline is 7pm EST
There are 14 players in the game
Hemingford Home
5. @ksmi117
Ogunquit
7. @Gwenevre
9. @WillowLeaf
Las Vegas
10. @brightimpressio
12. @nohika
13. @Ashgirl
Boulder
15. @cocoacutie7472
16. @Chillbo Baggins
19. @O Grady
Arnette
21. @Cyndia
22. @StartingoverVet
New York
24. @allieh8607
25. @Frozenshades
14. @lhmhtd
The Morgue
18. VetAshley2117 - Nadine Cross
26. Escalla
6. Mad Jack
The Graveyard
23. kaydubs - Harold Lauder, ????
28. touchpause13 - Rita Blakemoor, villager
17. ResoluteMike - Leo Rockway, vilager
8. sayabear3 - Whitney Horgan, wolf
1. dyachei - General William Starkey
20. Flim Flam Man - Glen Bateman
4. DVMDream - Dayna Jurgens, villager
3. LetItSnow - Lloyd Henreid, wolf
27. DocEspana - Randall Flagg, wolf
2. @devyn - Major Len Creighton, villager
11. @swingnsave - Jenny Engstrom, ???