The sun had gone down, which meant the boardwalk had suddenly become much more dangerous. The hobos, thieves, and criminals were out. Along with a different kind of monster.

The merry band of brothers were out to grab a 'bite', and had decided to split up to find something. While helpless lost children were easy to lure away, they didn't taste as good. Nor were they that feeling.

Dwayne had abandoned his motorcycle back at the Bluff, and was was wondering along the boardwalk on his own. The tourist traps had to have brought in something good...

He felt like he would go crazy if he didn't get any dinner soon.