A total of three days had passed since Granite's excursion to find the pack of monstrous canines that moved into town like a murder of crows--ominous and drawn to death. The predicament she'd found herself in had kept her from venturing back out into the bleak, blood-tinted world. Instead she'd chosen to remain largely indoors as the nights of blood moons and restless, snarling hordes drug on. This particular night she hadn't done much of anything other than laze about in a blanket nest she'd made to accomodate her larger, four-legged friends in the event that they came to her roost seeking shelter.
Munching idly on a particularly crunchy bug, the little bat glowered up at the darkened ceiling as she mused over the goings on of recent days passed. It seemed that she hadn't been the only survivor to have witnessed the arrival of the large strangers. In fact, many different creatures claimed to have encountered them in some capacity. The accounts range