SYNCHRONICITY (Dream Walker) 🖋

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Sebastian emerged from the yard. He arrived in a fortified room in the sub-basement of his house. Nearly tearing open a locker and withdrawing a black suit of Dragon-scale armor, he heard his phone vibrate. He had received a text from Topher, instructing him to wear an external breathing apparatus along with an address. Once he read the text, he tossed his phone to the bench seat and returned to the task at hand, wincing when he heard the mobile device hit the floor.

He managed to dress quickly, arming himself with his weapons as well as his wand. On a hunch, he opened another locker that was empty, save a thin wooden box. He withdrew the box and carefully opened it with shaking hands. Inside was the wand that had belonged to Alison's grandmother. He added it to his arsenal, lowered his face shield and activated the breathing apparatus, disappearing from the room.

He found his men who were either already in place ready to enter the building on his command, or scouting. They activated their shielding that rendered them invisible to Mundanes and entered the building, careful to avoid any
firefighters, which Sebastian and his number two man Smythe thought odd because there didn't appear to be any.

Inside the burning warehouse, Alison found herself standing In the middle of what easily could have been hell; white hot flames surrounded her on all sides. She saw James flitting back and forth, attempting to move people from the flames only for another fire to explosively erupt...and he was growing tired, she could easily see it. She looked toward George to find the young Indian Scout she had nicknamed, "Indian Dude".

I've seen enough, he said. I cannot do anything like this.

Where are we?

Looks to be an abandoned warehouse.

What...Wait! Is that James, Sebastian's son?

Indian Dude nodded. He grows weary quickly. This was meant to hurt him...they know who he is...

She released the Scout's hand and moved towards James' direction, trying to grab at him, only for him to slip through her fingers like he wasn't there. Then she thought about it for a moment and realized that it was she who wasn't there...perhaps he wasn't able to see her...she turned back toward the place where Indian Dude had been standing only to find that he was no longer there.

She was on her own.

Alison looked around at the others and found them to be rather odd-looking. She witnessed one opening its eyes and rose from its slumped position on the floor. She tried to warn James as loudly as she could, but wasn't heard by him, the roar of the fires surrounding them both were far too loud...but the warehouse employees who reminded her of zombie-creatures, certainly heard her cries of warning and advanced toward her. James continued to move toward the eruptions pulling out the wounded as they struggled against him, literally fighting him tooth and nail; some biting and some flailing while others grabbed and pushed and pulled at him.

Alison then noted that they were not dressed as she thought a warehouse worker might have been dressed...their clothing was shabby and decomposed-looking and as she watched them, she realized that they were not warehouse employees at all, but rather some sort of dark creature and that each one he awakened, was definitely undead, each one trying to maneuver him toward the explosives.

The men entered the large room where small explosions were being set by the stiffly-moving, odd-looking people. but really, Sebastian smelled them before he actually saw one of them.

Sebastian sought one of them out and turned the person around and immediately released his hold  on it as he realized he was staring into a pair of clouded, dead eyes.  The stench was thick and smelled of rotted meat and he huffed out the  foul taste in his mouth; his eyes were watering and he continued to  breathe through his mouth...the breathing apparatus apparently only  worked its magic for the smoke...