Brutus rocks awake. Sunlight streaming though his windows. He sat in a kitchen chair, back against a corner and set diagonally so he could aim his shotgun at his front door and back sliding glass door without having to stand and turn.
Apparently the coffee hadn't helped much.
Who ever those creeps were, they hadn't followed him home. But they knew where he was. Brutus would just have to wait for them to come to him.
How was it possible for those guys to be under his nose and Brutus never know it?
A scary thought in the least. What else was he not paying attention too?
Snap.
He sat in the only residential Hallow he had ever heard of. Thats was odd for one thing. Hallows didn;t just spring up for nothing. Maybe they did, but Brutus had always thought there must be a link between location and Hallow formation.
Dark Matter
Scrutiny
Brutus urged his will into the Material sense of sight. Or in this case, touch. His hands on the wall of the house, Brutus slowly worked his mind though the particles that made up dry wall and concrete. His shotgun lay forgoten next to his empty chair.