Toby’s Exploding Apple

Havermouth, Present Time

“We can’t forget that somewhere the Van Helsings have a fucking army of zombies,” Aislen said as they walked through the pretty streets of Havermouth toward the Salem home.

There were scars left behind on the street by previous battles, and every here and there was evidence of Sigrid’s efforts to predict the path of the Mer army – a barricade repurposed from the Van Helsing occupation, a car or truck parked at an angle, blocking off the road. The further from the center of the town, however, the less evidence remained before – until they neared the high school. The burnt-out and upturned ruins of cars remained, and there was a grubbiness to the rooves and houses that had been left by the ash of the explosion and would take several seasons of rain or a good scrub to wash away.

They passed down her street, and although it took them a little off route, walked down to the house.

As they drew near, Cameron clapped his hands together. “There it is!” He said trotting