Archive for November 6th, 2020

4 comics.
Nov 6th, 2020
>> Take inventory of yourself and your surroundings. C: “...okay. Get a grip. You can figure this out, Cal.” You look at your surroundings first. The alley way that you’re in is dark, and the persistent and heavy mist hanging in the air obscures your vision. You can’t see how far the alley extends or what might be beyond its mouth. A single bare and lonely bulb struggles to illuminate your immediate area, buzzing ominously. There’s the rusty old farm cart that you woke up against, its belly filled with bulging, greasy sacks of something that smells unappetizing, to say the least. What the hell a piece of farm equipment is doing in a city alley you have no idea. Beyond the cart, there’s a heavy, industrial door set into the back wall of the alley, and a barred window to the left with heavy, dark glass that gives no hint of what might be beyond it.On the right of the alley, there’s an old, incredibly rusted looking fire escape that goes further up the building and disappears into the mist.
Nov 6th, 2020
C: “Either something weird's going on or we must have had one hell of a graduation party..." Next you check yourself over. Well, you’re mostly dressed at least, so that’s…. good.The pockets of your jeans are empty,and if you were wearing an actual shirt over your tank top it's god knows where right now. The clammy chill permeates your upper body. As you pat yourself down your “dog tag” ID jingles around your neck, a souvenir of your time in ROTC and reminder that your military career is about to start. Those are familiar, but the thick leather collar that is strapped around your neck is…. Not. Where the hell did it come from? Some kind of prank? You can’t immediately find a way to take it off. You push your hair out of your face and realize with growing concern that it shouldn’t be in your face at all. Last you checked, you had a buzz cut.
Nov 6th, 2020
>> Put on your jacket, check the pockets...maybe something there will jog your memory… You pick your coat up off the ground and give it a rough shake just in case, before you put it on. You hear something metallic clinking in the pockets. Shrugging your coat over your shoulders you stick your hands in the pockets and examine the contents. The first item you pull out is a metal lighter with the silhouette of a deer, and your initials engraved on it. You recall in a flash that this was your older brother Sully’s graduation gift to you, only a few days ago. But if that’s the case then why is it now tarnished and scratched? Nervously you pull the second item from your coat.
Nov 6th, 2020
C: “Sully's Westchester .45 Single Action.... But why have I got it with me...?" Despite your lifelong familiarity with guns, you feel yourself jump as if stung as you draw the revolver out of your pocket. Another gift, but this one was from your father to Sully, for his upcoming wedding. Why would you have it with you? Despite the shock, finding the gun helps crystalize your memory into larger, still somewhat jumbled fragments. You are Callahan Westchester, second son of Waylon Westchester, the current owner of the Westchester Arms Corporation. You had just graduated from college and the ROTC, and were preparing to enter the army full time, the same week as your older brother’s upcoming wedding.