"Do you have any idea how quickly a man can get thoroughly sick of small fishing villages and farming communities?" Methos asked. He grinned slightly, humor grim and slightly self-mocking. "In all seriousness, large metropolitan centers are often just as good as remote areas, if you want to disappear. The remote areas are harder to find, but the neighbors tend to remember when you moved in, any relationships you've forged, and all too often what you had for breakfast in the morning."

There would likely be ammunition, he had to admit, though he wouldn't have put it past the head doctor to supply just enough to load the gun. That they'd not so much as spotted an armed, human guard still made him uneasy. Each night was making the supernatural angle seem just a little more plausible.

"Most animals won't attack clearly superior numbers, if they'll attack humans at all," he pointed out. "If the stories floating around are true, and what we saw last night does seem to confirm some, that doesn't hold here. The ones inside the walls are likely trained, but I wouldn't be surprised to find the ones outside acting crazed or rabid."