Strangers Log:
Texas, 1931
I've been assigned a job in Texas, there's been an uproar in disappearances and supernatural seeming activity. Local law enforcement reports haven't much help, as most of idiots there couldn't even make to the scene in time. There's one account from a single officer who seems to have seen people rising from graves and taking people down with them. Zombies. I hate Zombies. Easy to shew away, tedious to kill.
At least I have help this time around, although I don't need it. Hiram's come along to give medical assistance and provide reconnaissance with his "telepathic" abilities. They are more useless than useful as they can only sense emotions. But it can't be denied that the man can work a needle n' thread.
"So stranger, have you ever been to texas before?" asked Hiram
Small talk, great
"Yes, I've tackled some wedigoons and other creatures people here attribute to "folk lore"." Stranger replied.
"Interesting, I guess it would make sense for people here to resort to fairytales and campfire stories to cope. Not exactly, hm, how should I put this? Filled with the accepting types here, yes"
"Yeah, I guess so"
And then they intensely made out
