Wordcount: 391 words
Summary: In which normality attempts to reassert itself.
Please note, this is currently a very rough draft from NaNoWriMo 2007. There will be spelling and grammatical errors afoot as well as flat out bad writing, info dumps, plot holes, flat out contradictions, and uneven characterization and pacing. (Content is also subject to constant change as I take an editing chainsaw to the story.)
Jon had almost gotten a handle on the situation. True, he was being followed around by a sometime solid pack of ghost dogs, and he had almost probably maybe sorta killed someone. He was actually less okay with the killing than he was by the whole ghost dog business, and what did that say about his psyche? Still he though he was adapting to the situation pretty well, all things considered. Everything would be okay. Somehow.
And then he was attacked on his way to work.
That was not okay.
Jon’s driving to work in the Frankencar and the dogs are running alongside like normal. At least three of them are, Akela has taken to riding shotgun because she is amused with the whole ‘running around in a metal box’ concept. The others are mostly phased out, which means it is easier for them to run through things, and generally avoid detection.
A normal looking sedan pulls up beside them and someone leans out the back window and shoots into their car. They miss but do a good bit of damage and scare the bleep out of Jon. The dogs go into battle mode, but as there is not a Veil creature to contend with they are mostly useless. Akela does a good job of slowing some of the bullets so that they do less damage, or just lose momentum altogether.
Jon escapes (mostly by chance) and drives to work where everyone else marvels over the bullet holes while he has a small meltdown. The cops are called and a report is filed, but all they can really do is put out an APB for a white sedan with Wyoming plates. Since he can not really give them a reason for why anyone would be out to get him the cops write it off as a one time random things. Jon stays at work and basically hides inside the entire time (which no one can blame him for).
The car is not too damaged so Jon figures he’ll just have Todd patch it up later. Someone from work follows him home (just for safety’s sake) but nothing happens. The whole pack of dogs crashes in his apartment that night which doesn’t help his peace of mind.
The next day is a more or less normal day and he sort of relaxes.]