Being transferred to Mandela County, Wisconsin out of the blue was certainly strange. Stranger still, when TF141 had gotten a bizarre list of rules, applicable on-base and off. No electronics unless absolutely necessary, never respond to calls of breaking and entering, if you see anything even slightly out of the ordinary you tell a superior immediately.

Simon was in a truck with one of the Mandela County Military, or MCM officers, and was just staring out the windshield since he couldn’t use his phone to distract himself, or even turn on the radio. But he glanced over to the MCM officer, only to find them looking out his window with wide eyes. “Uh..? What’re you-..” Simon grumbled, trailing off as he looked outside his window.

“What is that…” Simon said slowly, a hint of horror creeping into his voice. There was an Alternate standing at the treeline a few yards from their truck, staring at them unblinkingly. It was a horrible thing, with too-long arms and a far too wide grin, like it had tried to impersonate a human but had failed.