Kaulder can't convince any of the nearby locals that he heard what he did, and honestly, he isn't the sort of man to waste time trying. That sounded like a scream to him, and so he thunders off into the woods without a glance back to see if anyone has decided to follow him.
There's no one. The woods are eerily silent around him now, and that sets him on edge for reasons he can't quite remember. Neither can he remember why he's able to pick out broken branches, scuff marks in the dirt that no animal made; he was never a hunter, was he?
(Hunter. That resonates with him, someplace deep.)
No, never a hunter. One can tell by the way he turns a full circle and calls out a booming, "Hello?!" His voice echoes back to him, but it isn't chased by evidence of the sound that drew him here in the first place. There's nothing but the sound of his own breathing - and maybe the snap of a twig as someone approaches. He turns.
Option Three: Bake Sale
[You might think Kalder doesn't indulge in double chocolate chunk cookies, but you'd be wrong. They're not even a dirty secret: people know exactly who will buy one (or four) if they're waved under the right nose.
It doesn't hurt that proceeds go to the school. In some memory-muddled and deeply subconscious part of his brain, he knows Elizabeth would have gone here if she had lived. Doling out somewhat generously to fundraisers like this one is a private way of honoring her. Thus, he's all smiles with the soccer moms, gentle teasing with the students, and politely curious about anything he might not recognize.
Like gluten- and dairy-free brownies.]
So how do you make brownies without any of the ingredients?
Option Four: Network
[On the Wayward Pines Message Board]
Just looking for a little conversation on a slow Saturday evening. Never thought you'd see me admit to that, did you? - K
Kaulder | The Last Witch Hunter
Kaulder can't convince any of the nearby locals that he heard what he did, and honestly, he isn't the sort of man to waste time trying. That sounded like a scream to him, and so he thunders off into the woods without a glance back to see if anyone has decided to follow him.
There's no one. The woods are eerily silent around him now, and that sets him on edge for reasons he can't quite remember. Neither can he remember why he's able to pick out broken branches, scuff marks in the dirt that no animal made; he was never a hunter, was he?
(Hunter. That resonates with him, someplace deep.)
No, never a hunter. One can tell by the way he turns a full circle and calls out a booming, "Hello?!" His voice echoes back to him, but it isn't chased by evidence of the sound that drew him here in the first place. There's nothing but the sound of his own breathing - and maybe the snap of a twig as someone approaches. He turns.
Option Three: Bake Sale
[You might think Kalder doesn't indulge in double chocolate chunk cookies, but you'd be wrong. They're not even a dirty secret: people know exactly who will buy one (or four) if they're waved under the right nose.
It doesn't hurt that proceeds go to the school. In some memory-muddled and deeply subconscious part of his brain, he knows Elizabeth would have gone here if she had lived. Doling out somewhat generously to fundraisers like this one is a private way of honoring her. Thus, he's all smiles with the soccer moms, gentle teasing with the students, and politely curious about anything he might not recognize.
Like gluten- and dairy-free brownies.]
So how do you make brownies without any of the ingredients?
Option Four: Network
[On the Wayward Pines Message Board]
Just looking for a little conversation on a slow Saturday evening. Never thought you'd see me admit to that, did you? - K