Talk:Hellhound/@comment-28027028-20190310201540

Youve left the human world behind. Your path has taken you on a road of struggle and survival. The responders are fools and the military is long gone. Appalachia is falling to pieces and you refuse to watch it any longer. You grabbed your trusty hunting rifle and your meager bag of supplies and you headed deep into the mountains. One night you're sat near your campfire roasting some mole rat over the flames. You hear rustling. No....flapping. It's the mothman! He's an angry one and he's swooping toward you fast. You ready your rifle but the Imago is quickly tackled and slashed apart by a lone hellhound. She stood and the moonlight revealed a hound covered in scars and missing her tail. Now yours eyes are locked to hers, what do you do?