Locked in a light sleep, Jest simply was in peace. At least until his sleep was interrupted by an odd noise. Sitting up, his eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. It was almost pitch black outside, with the exception of the few remaining street lights that still had working bulbs. His ears twitched over as they caught the sound of yet another rustling. Sounded like it was coming from down stairs. Silent as he could be, Jest slipped from bed, boots barely making a whisper, as he slowly draws his M9. He adjusted his cap, as he begins towards the door, weapon 'alert to the dirt' (45 degrees to the deck), keeping a close eye focused on the dark. His heart pounds faster as yet another rustle was heard. Definetly coming from down stairs. He lights a cigarette, to relax him, to steady his paw. Making his way down stairs, a shrill screech was heard. His mentality quickly changes, as he goes down even slower. His boots silently taps the bottom floor, as he begins a search, based on the sounds direction. Peering into a door jam, he catches sight of a shadow. Peeking over, he sees something that horrifys him. An odd creature, seemingly a cross between a mole and a worm. Immediatly, his instincts tell him, this was not a nice one. Taking careful aim, the creatures spots him, apparently hearing the click of the safety coming off the weapon. It lets out a banshee like scream piercing the air, leaving a ringing in Jest's ears. Stepping back, the creatures rushes at Jest, suddenly unleashing an odd mist towards him. Stepping to the side, Jests curses as his arms slams into a nearby table. Finally, he pulls the trigger, knowing full well, this would give him away, leading him to the mad dash further north to head to what he had heard of. Something called the Central Hub. He had heard of it from a survivor he saw, just before he died from some sort of poisoning. Jest could only assume it was a neurotoxin.
The M9's muzzle burst with a small spark, as the round left it's chamber. Almost before the casing hits the ground, a green goop spatters from the 'Glower' as he was calling it. Sputtering in agony and spraying erraticly, the glower hit's the ground, in an action that seems like digging, yet it couldn't penetrate the cement under the cheap wood panel floor. Seeing his opputunity, Jest rushes out the house, and quickly gains his bearings, and heads north, cigarette still burning from his muzzle.