Cully nodded. "Gotcha. In that case, why don't we three friends go and sit down for a while, have something cool to drink?"
"Great," Electa said. "You got one of the generators going, then?"
"Yeah, I'm staying in your dad's old place," said Cully as they started down the road. He walked stiffly, swinging his prosthetic leg with every step. "Can't really be seen from outside the enclosure, even when I've got my truck inside."
"How come you're out here on your own, instead of training new AKs somewhere? We thought this place was abandoned."

Alister started to follow after them, he didn't mind something to drink.. on the drive here they barely stopped for anything, which is why they got here so fast. As he walked, his footprints left a glow that slowly faded away, and being near him just had a sense of peace and serenity.

"It's seen better days, and that's a fact. As to what I'm doing out here, me and the CIA don't get along. So I'm just holding down the old fort. Somebody's got to." They reached the house that Electa's father had lived in--one of the smallest buildings in the enclosure but the only one offering any real privacy. Cully opened the door and switched on the light. Electa stepped inside the main room. It was like stepping back in time; the place was exactly the same as it had been the last time she'd seen it--the scuffed table and chairs; the beat-up sofa that doubled as a bed. Her father's maps on the wall were still the only decoration, with red pins showing suspected angel locations from over two years ago. The generator hummed softly in the background.

Alister felt a presence in the house and almost was too scared to enter, but nonetheless he went inside. " I.. can feel something here. " He mumbled, looking around the room. " I don't like the thing that is in here.. whatever it is. It doesn't like me. " He seemed to be speaking to himself..

Something definitely wasn't right. Even Electa could feel it, but she didn't say anything.
"Home sweet home," Cully said, propping the rifle against the cement block wall. "So what are y'all doing here anyway? I had just gone on my monthly supply run; I swear I couldn't believe it when I got back and saw that so-called car sitting there. Good God, how'd you even get that thing out here without blowing it up?"
Electa laughed. "It wasn't easy. I thought we were going to be buzzard food a few times." She sat on one of the scuffed wooden chairs.

Alister was silent, leaning against a wall. He still felt a little odd, and he really didn't like his form right now. He started to mess with his wings, he had very long feathers that stayed perfectly white even though there was dust everywhere. That part made him happy, because he knew they were clean.

"And as for what we're doing here..." Electa shook her head, not really sure where to begin. "It's a long story."
"Well, in that case, we need a drink to help it along," said Cully. "Lemme see what I've got to wet our whistles." He lurched his way into the small kitchen, humming to himself. The second he was out of sight, Electa leaned toward Alister. "Something's not right," she whispered urgently.

Alister nodded, " I know. " his voice almost trembled with fear. Whatever was going on it wasn't good and he really didn't like it- not a single bit. He tried to remain calm though, as calm as he could possibly be.

She sat back quickly as Cully returned, holding two glasses and a bottle. They clinked as he set them down on the table. "You're in luck, my friend. I still got some Mr. Beam. How bout you?" he asked Alister. "You up for a drink?"

" Oh..no thank you I am a total lightweight. If I drink I turn into a drunk within a 5 sips of the drink."