Mist on the Water

[Sutton]

Forward? Why the fuck would we go forward? But... fuck. If we don't move forwards, we'll end up splitting up. If I turn back, I've got hours of walking through the fog. Alone, except for those things. I've seen that movie. No, we have to stick together. Never split the party, and all that.

"... I guess we have to."

[Miles]

What kind of monster doesn't like the wizard of oz? Note to self - stab him in his sleep.

"If you want to go, the road's back that way, nobody is forcing you forward."[/b]

[Sutton]

"No, no. I'm alright, just gimme a second."

I said I was going to do this. I'm going to. I didn't drive my ass all the way here just to turn around as soon as the eyeless ladies showed up. God, that sounds ridiculous. Dad, whatever is in that box had better spectacular beyond words.

He catches his breath, then takes one more look around.[/i]

"Let's go. Sooner we get there, the sooner we can do what we came to and go."

[sgtkill]

I nod and hold up my pistol in a typical police fashion. I then advance forward, very cautiously.

"If you are scared, you can always stay behind me."

[Miles]

Yeah, I'm sure you'd like that. . .
Stephen chuckles

[Miles]

After about ten minutes of rather uneventful walking, you reach an opened gate that appears to lead out to the street. To the left of the gate, inside the walls of the graveyard, is a small, one story, house.

[Sutton]

Eric gestures in the direction of the house.

"I'd imagine that's the caretaker's house. They might know more about the... whatever the fuck she was. Of course, that might have been her. Or even another one. I hope there aren't more.

It's probably worth at least knocking, though. All in favor?"

[Miles]

"I see no harm in it."

[sgtkill]

"Agreed, and but how shall I knock? Hand or foot?"

[Sutton]

Eric cringes.

"Hand. Definitely hand. I'm a little disturbed that 'lets knock' tracks that quickly to 'breaking and entering', and associated charges for having a firearm on you while you do so."

[sgtkill]

"You are forgetting that I technically am able to do so, as it is part of my investigation into missing people, and who really cares when we are in nowheresville, USA?."

[Sutton]

"... the poor Tweed whose door you're planning to kick in and whose home you're planning to invade? Besides, we both know that the odds whoever lives there is your guy are vanishingly slim."

[sgtkill]

"But what if that poor Tweed is actually a mindless zombie that eats the brains of anyone who knocks? either way, I'll let you knock, while I stand several feet over there."

[Sutton]

The fact that recent events leave me unprepared to categorically dismiss that statement as completely bat-shit crazy is terrifying in and of itself. This last week has been weird.

"Alright. Might as well let them get a full meal."

That was weak. Really weak. Guess I'm even more out of my element than I thought.[/b]

Eric walks up to the door and gives it a knock, subconsciously looking for interesting environmental details as he does so.[/i]

Perception test (TN5) -> 10,10,9,5,5 (yes; that is the order they rolled) -> 5 successes

[sgtkill]

"Do note, I'm inclined to fire if this one is lacking bodyparts."

Jack keeps his gun down, but ready to snap up and fire whatever monstrosity may pop out.