I came up with the name “Pigs” while they were escorting me. Apparently, the Pigs had the ability to walk through walls.
I realized that was what was off about them. It was the slight, but obvious, trait of looking like a guinea pig. The other reason I called them Pigs is because they smelled like horse manure and mud, what I imagined a barnyard pig would smell like (I wouldn’t know, seeing as I have lived in Boston my entire life.)
God, I could be so stupid sometimes. I mean, sharing my hard earned beer with these animals? Never going to happen.
Up close and personal, I could spot some more details about them. They were all masculine-looking, except for one smaller, not at all hairy one. They all had some kind of purplish streaks in their hair, including the lone female one. They all had weapons, a variety of whips, daggers, guns, and knives.
At least I’ll die like Daniel Craig, I thought.
I didn’t get time to. Because right then, the only female pig deci