[Hunt #3 | 1666 Nelson St] We're All Mad Here

[vampycabanaboy]

By eight in the morning Hannibal was already pacing the kitchen. It wasn't hard to miss the events that were going on outside between the random killings and people over the phones talking about other events. All those signs as well as the radio announcements about the Milkman being the police chief now? Yeah. There was a reason that Hannibal was

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[notdrfrasier]

Patting her hair to make sure it was still all pulled back in the bun at the nap of her neck, Carolyn sighed as she stepped into the kitchen, wearing the stupid nurses uniform. She glanced over at King as she made her way straight to the coffee.

"I thought you were suppose to be making breakfast," she observed, pulling one of the cabinets open to grab a coffee cup.

[vampycabanaboy]

Oh ugh! Please don't mention food, Carolyn! King felt his stomach lurch a little feeling like he was going to throw up, the empty bottle of milk still laying on its side on the table. It took Hannibal a good minute before he was sure he could reply without everything in his stomach coming right back up. "H-hate to disappoint you, Doll," he started leaning back in the chair or trying to. King still was half bent over the table wishing he hadn't moved at all or talked. Honestly it felt like he had cotton balls in his mouth. "Don't exactly feel all that great right now."

And he looked like shit. For starters he was pale, sweat on his brow and shaking hands. Whatever was in that milk was not good and he was already dreading tomorrow. "D-don't drink the milk okay? Just... let me handle it."

[notdrfrasier]

She turned, about to snap off at him, but seeing him hunched over the table made whatever she was going to say vanish from her thoughts. Setting the cup down, she moved to his side and crouched down beside him. She studied him for a moment and then reached up, pressing her wrist against his forehead. Temperature. Great.

"You drank the milk?" Her eyes widened and she looked at the empty bottle and then back to him. It was obvious she was mad at him for being so stupid. "Why would you do that? We're not suppose to drink the milk!" Sighing, she pushed to her feet, and moved to help him to his feet. "Let's get you upstairs and in bed."

[vampycabanaboy]

"Well in c-case you missed it, we kinda have to now. Or at least I'm hoping one person does." With the Milkman as the chief of police he had made it law to chug down a bottle a day. Just the bad thing? The milk was bad news.

As Carolyn put her hand to his forehead he moaned a little enjoying the feel of something cold. But why was he shaking like he was freezing? This fucking sucked. "Apparently it's a law now. Which is why you and the kids won't be drinking it." He'd take one for the 'team'. He usually always did anyway.