The wind's a bit knocked out of him, but the airbag and the seatbelt did their jobs and he's relatively unharmed by the crash. Unfortunately, there is now an airbag in his face that makes it hard to see what's going on. The windshield's cracked, the front of the car is wrapped around a tree, and his TranScribe is flashing a bright red warning message.

It's not immediately clear where the thing that hit his car is.

okay so thing that can smash car can smash him, but thing that can smash car can smash car again —

Does his TranScribe have any helpful advice. No, it is just telling him that yes there are Typhon in his vicinity. Okay. Grab TranScribe. Wriggle into backpack (thank you extra adjustable car seat). Grab sticks. Check all windows and mirrors. Mentally rehearse next actions.

Yank ‘driver’ door open and attempt a not-very-stick-hindered quick exit.

It's not immediately obvious where the Typhon that wrecked his car is - it's certainly not waiting outside of the door for him.

This is not an investigation, this is a sprint towards the nearest tree. He's only listening for what might be behind him.

He steps sideways to have the tree be cover from anything immediately behind and spins around to take a look.

Nothing chases after him; there are some odd quietly clanking sounds, but that's it.

When he goes to look, there's a dark shape slithering under the hood of his car. It doesn't seem particularly interested in him right now.

Let's just keep going away. Perpendicular to the road. (Is this one perhaps here, which is not a populated area, because people — or cars — go on roads?)

Eventually he pulls out his TranScribe and sees if it has non-vehicular advice.

It does! It wants him to go thataway, apparently there's a ranger's station it wants to send him to hide in.

It's not like he's got better ideas.

His walk is...

... surprisingly uneventful, actually. No Typhon show up out of the wilderness to eat him. The walk itself is a bit difficult without an actual trail, but his TranScribe directs him to one after about two hours, and after that it's much easier. It's practically a pleasant nature walk.

Anyone have useful updates on Typhon behavior, like “they will go for lone cars on country roads”?

The internet is pretty puzzled by them now, actually. Some of them are definitely shapeshifters that masquerade as ordinary objects, but everything else seems to be conflicting information and wild speculation and a whole lot of panic! Aaaa! Panic!! They control minds they control tech they're made from people they teleport they control fire aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

No useful updates on behavior in particular, however.

…and definitely no “here's what you should do to Fight Back Or Ensure The Survival Of Humanity”, right?

Oh look a building.

Nope, it doesn't look like anyone's quite sure how to fight these things.

Oh look! A building!

The ranger station is deserted, but past the generic looking sitting area, there's a tiny kitchenette with some food, a little nook of a bedroom, and a full bathroom. It looks like a decent enough place to hide from the apocalypse.

Really deserted? Because the last time he did the obvious thing he got ambushed neatly and maybe they're targeting all kinds of places where humans go. He'll take some time to walk around quietly to look (in the fading light) and listen carefully for any black slithery monsters. Or suspicious chairs. Suspicious chairs can get poked with the five-foot pole.

Some of the chairs in the lounge in the front are a bit awkwardly placed, but they don't leap into black slithery monsters that ambush him upon being poked. More likely that it's messy from people moving the chairs around in unpredictable ways.

The rest of the station is just as innocuous. It seems the Typhon might have overlooked this place.

Okay.

There isn't exactly any readily available way of making the place more defensible.

He'll —

see if the internet has anything useful if he pokes around with his own brain instead of silicon substitutes.

In the internet's humble opinion:

AAAAA THE WORLD IS ENDING THE WORLD IS ENDING THEY HAVE BEEN SPOTTED IN EUROPE AAA THE WORLD IS ENDING.

But also here are some conflicting tips from lots of sources for how to fight the Typhon. Blunt instruments work well (except when they don't, which is often), shotguns come highly recommended, except someone is insisting that a taser was way more useful - someone recommends dumping all of your electronics because they're after them, someone else is trying to compile a tidy list of the Typhon types but they're having some trouble and haven't updated the list in the past two hours...

There's useful information to be found, but there's a lot to sift through.

Sift.

Move some not-particularly-important gadgets off his person and into other rooms. (He's not going to give up the TranScribe just yet.)

Sift.

No, he does not have the skill or energy to rearrange the station's wall paneling to board up the windows at the cost of exposing an unused room to the outside.

Think in circles.

Go to bed.

Think in tighter circles.

—whimper

—zzz.

While he's sleeping, something carefully leverages open the window and slides into the room.

—zzz—

Well.

He is soon pinned to the bed by something large, heavy, and inky black.

— "AAAH"thatisnotausefuluseofbreathPUSHthatdoesn'tworkATTEMPTTOGRABSTICKfail.

The Typhon sure does find it helpful that he opened his mouth to scream! It helps him keep doing that, in that it begins shoving itself down his throat.

Okay fine the screaming can retreat to his brain.

Boy there's a lot of it.