Blackout
West Point
Rider stops. She is surprised and stammers a bit.
"The Father? Are you sure?" Rider muses deeply for a long moment. "He's never taken anyone before. Who, exactly, are you?" Rider eyes the four suspicious. She chomps another piece of bacon and takes a swig from her canteen. Just then a hole in space/time tears open. A fountain of blood erupts forth and barely clothed men come spilling out. They are intoxicated and seem to not have bathed for quite some time. With the mixture of blood and unclean bodies the air is suddenly filled with a pungent and sickening stench. The barbarians charge the small camp en masse. At least twenty with even more spilling out every second.