Blind shock. Dragons. In South Carolina. Fort Knox maybe. The gold was held there. Perhaps even to the west where the other gold mines were.
But South Carolina?
It seemed too ridiculous to consider. South Carolina was a poor, but proud state. Not in debt, but not rich. Not thickly populated with big cities, but a coast densely populated with tourists.
People were too much in shock to panic. Although the satellite news programs were already starting to report on rising waves of panicking citizens. All the practicing for hurricane evacuations was left behind as people flooded from the big cities.
The country people were much more practiced at this sort of thing. Shotguns and rifles were brought out and cleaned. Cocky rednecks boasted on how they would be the ones to bring the big monster down.
Meanwhile the small group of citizens that had prepared for this eventuality for so long gathered together in old metal armor. And still others began protesting the killing of such an endangered species.
Talks begin in the government to decide if the dragon is real and what it’s legal status is. Focus groups are started. Groups are lobbying in Washington. The President is taken into hiding.
Meanwhile the Unicorns breath a sigh of relief. At least it’s not us.