>>5499942>>5500397You guess you may as well stick around and check. The thing is moving slow enough to give you some leeway, and if you're actually able to find a way in that you don't have to create by force then you can, well, lock it behind you. Not mentioning the fact that while you're certainly not covering your tracks very well, that if you found a clean way in you, at the very least, wouldn't be leaving behind another broken window screaming "HERE I AM, COME GET ME".
With those hopeful thoughts, you go to check every door and window you can reach from the ground. Without exception, they're locked. You mean, of course they are- who would just leave their doors unlocked while they were sleeping, so that anyone could get in? You certainly wouldn't. You suppose you're just lucky that the amount of fences and hedges are minimal in this neighborhood. Maybe your paranoid uncle putting up fences and hedges and a gate made everyone else not want their yards to look like his.
From there you run around the side of the house and past the next two, before turning into their backyard once again and moving through there. You haven't seen that creature in a while, and while you guess that's a good thing, it does make you a bit uneasy. You unconsciously slow your speed back down to a walk, having gotten winded by... well, everything. You wish you could just sit down for a few minutes, but you have a feeling that won't really make you feel much better. After you're done with this you really want to sleep through your orientation... assuming it's not already happening? You're not particularly sure how time here is relative to time elsewhere- if you're in another world and the orientation is happening right now in some other dimension, if this is some global apocalypse and they're overwhelmed with similar horrors, or what.
Around the time you hit the end of the street, you glance behind you. The thing's back in view again, but you can't make it out very well with the light fog over everything- it's a few yards away, and only seeming to get further away. You make a conscious decision to turn to the right, into the side yard of the last house on the street and out of the thing's line of sight. Then you try a couple windows and a door. All locked, unsurprisingly.
