Geist Hunt

The Geist made its way into the clearing, walking Dynamite Girl in front of it to minimize risk to itself.

Dynamite Girl stumbled forwards, her head still limp and down, moving with stilted, awkward movements like she was a puppet being jerked along by strings.

The Geist cocked its head as it sat by the flowing stream where the Strikers had slept. In front of it, it stared down at a Striker corpse. It picked up the corpse in its large hand, raising the decently heavy wolf creature with ease to its face.

With a gurgle, the Geist tossed the Striker away once it identified that it was not a human.

“Gehgeh,” said the Geist in a strange, garbled, almost alien voice, though the pitch was high and curious, almost questioning.

It looked ahead at a trail of Striker corpses leading into the forest.

The Geist stared at the line of corpses for a second and then made Dynamite Girl walk ahead to investigate, obviously realizing something was suspicious. It sat there and stretched out its thick, mus