LUIS KOZLOW @ghostciity | closed starter
his home had become somewhat of a hub for other hunters dropping in and out of town on hunts. the members of the secret society also regularly visited him for updates and course of action meetings. since four of the five rooms in the house were unoccupied, and the kitchen was really the only other room he used, the rest of the home was littered with paperwork and maps, plotting the locations of reported attacks and deaths. the basement had even been turned into an armory, the walls sporting firearms and weapons of all sizes and power. cabinets lined the wall below the stairs, full of ammunition and smaller melee arms.
declan found himself sitting in front of these cabinets, individually examining the pieces of ammo and logging their inventory. he trusted his society members, but it was often that an unaffiliated drifter passed by for a hot shower and stolen ammo. at the sound of footsteps coming down from the first floor, he placed a shotgun round back into its case and glanced up. “hey,” he greeted luis with a short nod. “didn’t think anyone was going to drop by today.”
