Day 4
When the sun rises, dreams end and reality intrudes. Suffering is the only thing that can be done. The villagers gathered in their daily ritual, resigned to the inevitable. Headcount is taken. Two of their number are missing. Some wise fellow, conscientious of the shocks of the previous days, shares a swig of whiskey with the survivors to give them courage. The search begins.
The villagers walked past the tree outside cesium133's house and opened the door.
A violent gale of wind burst through the door and assaulted the ears of the poor villagers. The villagers were knocked down even as booming noise left their ears ringing. Once they recovered themselves enough, they entered the now-creaking house. A strange, unnatural fog lurked within. When they finally discovered his body, it was completely unmarked.
After beating a hasty retreat from the unnatural demise of such an ordinary fellow, the villagers moved on to the house of the village apothecary, dr. nervioso. A somewhat anxious fellow, he was still a pleasant sort to have around. Braced for anything, or so they thought, the villagers opened the door.
They had not been ready. The enemy had apparently chosen to use nervioso's death to send a message. The unlucky soul had ripped apart, joint by joint, his pieces used to make a macabre shrine of sorts. Most horrifying of all, there was not a spec of blood to be found anywhere. A brief search revealed nothing else about this ordinary villager, just some missing herbs.
Appalled, the villagers return to the square, deep in the grip of hysteria.
