Episode 0 "The Neon Moon" (Josh)
The jukebox was blasting "Lonesome, On'ry and Mean" by Waylon Jennings. The glow of the neon bar lights illuminate your surroundings with pale color. The roadhouse itself is fairly quiet. There's something strange about the silence, like the patrons and the staff are holding their breath, waiting for something. You catch a faint scent of fear on the air underneath the smoke, sweat, and beer with your enhanced senses.
You're very familiar with fear.
You begin to think that perhaps your fellow shapeshifter and good friend, Jimmy Flood, had chosen the wrong bar for this meeting. Jimmy was like you, a member of the Children of the Moon. It was kind of like a club for shifters of all sorts, creatures that could change their form. Unlike you, Jimmy was not a Nomad. Nomads, like yourself, felt like the safest place for them was on the move. This way, if you slip up and change or, spirits forbid, you accidentally kill and eat some people, you can just pull up stakes and move on to the next town.
Jimmy didn't agree with that lifestyle. He argued that having a home is what kept him in control. His worry and concern for his loved ones and the town he lives in gave him the discipline necessary to keep his beast in check. Maybe he has a point, but a Nomad is what you are and you will remain one, for now at least.
Jimmy had called you and left a voicemail from a payphone, so you were unable to call him back, He really needs to get a burner. It isn't the 90's anymore. He said that he had something he needed your help with and that you owed him one, which was true but it was unlike him to call in a favor like that. He told you to meet him here, at The Rawlins Roadhouse, just outside of Elkhorn, Wisconsin. You loaded up your ride and here you are. Waiting.
A sound breaks up your introspection.
Your enhanced hearing picked it up before any of the mortals. It started as a small growl but grew into a cacophonic roar. Motorcycles. Four of them. At first you thought it might be Jimmy, since he rides a chopper, but Jimmy rides alone. As far as you knew, Jimmy didn't have any friends, aside from yourself.
You listened carefully as the riders arrived, parked, and killed their engines. You could only catch tiny pieces of their conversation as they meandered to the entrance of the roadhouse due to your sensitive ears adjusting from the sounds of their engines. Lots of curse words and something about hoping they find some good pussy. Nothing unusual there.
It's when they enter that you began to grown concerned. All four of them wear denim biker cuts with a yellow severed goat's head patch on their backs, an inverted pentacle carved into the forehead of the body less goat. Above their patches are the numbers "666" in red.
You know these guys. They call themselves the "Six-Six-Sixers" and they're trouble. Their 1% motorcylce club is made up of demon worshipping humans, half demons, and full blooded demons. These four look human to you but they all reek of demon. Anyone of them could be a demon or at least half. Hard to tell.
They do not like anyone that isn't in their group, but they have a special hate for Children of the Moon Nomads like yourself. They call Nomads "puppies" or "strays" and relish the chance to humiliate, beat, and even murder Nomads if they get the chance.
You watch as the four of them head to the bar and begin loudly and rudely ordering a round for themselves.
What do you do?
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