There was something out there, he thought. Whether it was real or some figment of the dream he couldn't be certain and right now, he had to concentrate more and more on moving forward. It was becoming increasingly harder, and he was then given the impression that whatever was out there happened to be heading his way.

Again his groped for a shotgun, but nothing manifested to his will. He growled low in his throat, a sound of a threat that it would come to a fight.

He was also aware of the bodies and body parts in the soil. He felt them against his legs, thought there were fingers closing around his ankles or grasping at the folds of his coat as he sunk into the muck.

He stilled at the strong smell of blood followed by a face that was and wasn't 76. It was hairier, the ears were elongated and that was definitely a tail. So in 76's dreams, the guy turned into a werewolf? What a dramatic ass.

"Oh look, the big bad wolf has come to investigate. Sorry I left my red cloak in another dream," he growled, struggling to lift his leg enough to raise it out of the muck for another step. "This is clearly your doing. Putting me in the mud with whatever is left of you, huh?"