Ask About Hastings

“I noticed that leaflet… what happened in Hastings..?” Asks Violet, nodding towards the small leaflet, prompting the woman to glance at it herself.

“Hm… suppose I can’t blame ye for not knowing… Hastings was a small coastal town not far south of here… brought in fish by the truck load every week, fresh… relatively clean too… ‘til one day… something else dragged themselves ashore… mutants…” says Officer MacGregor, her face speaking of the carnage that must have plagued that settlement.

“Tore that sleepy little town apart… see they weren’t just humans that went mad… no they were… changed… had big chitin plates like that on a lobster… claws big enough to snip a man in half like the stem of a tulip… never stood a chance, they did… never a fucking chance…”

“The town fell… the area is uninhabitable even today, the town may look abandoned, vacant, safe… but those monsters are still in the waters… still waiting…”

A somber veil falls over the woman as she stares into the middle distance, remembering something so long ago yet so close, forever haunting her like a ghost.