Chapter 30
I’m really not sure if I like this version of Mac. She’s become isolated, withdrawn, and she’s sticking way out in front a lot. Of course, this isn’t completely unjustified: I’m not able to fight very well right now, not with the amount of blood I’ve lost from the chest wound I took from that invisible entity (I want to call it a Spawn of Yog-Sothoth, like Wilbur Whateley’s brother in ‘The Dunwich Horror,’ but somehow I don’t think Mac would appreciate debating nomenclature right now), Aleph has to stay by me to keep me going, Ferdinand is our rear guard, and Chompy…well, Chompy is Chompy. He’s reliable, and he’s very enthusiastic (especially when there are things for him to bite), but his mental faculties ultimately only allow him to do so much.
So Mac is on the fron
