>>5722213Kicking open the door leading out to the <span class="mu-s">DINING AREA</span> places you in the <span class="mu-s">1ST FLOOR HALLWAY–</span> or what’s <span class="mu-i">left</span> of it.
“Oh <span class="mu-i">shit</span>, dude…”
Raj couldn’t have put it any better. Say what you will about what you just fought, they don’t appear to waste any scrap of a meal… though the hallway is completely devoid of life, you have no trouble finding, well, <span class="mu-i">evidence</span> of people…
“Where are…” mutters Pepper as she takes a picture of the carnage, “Where are all the bones? Skin?”
You’ve got a good guess, you whisper back, but you’d rather not think about it. The doors to the <span class="mu-s">GUEST BEDROOMS</span> have all been reduced to splinters, but mixed in with the wood chips and chunks of metal are scraps of tattered clothing, clumps of bloodied hair, and piles of gore you assume the creatures didn’t have time to finish.
For a moment you almost consider searching the rooms for survivors, but you don’t kid yourself. Creeping onwards, you freeze in place as you hear the sound of a struggle on the floor above you–thumping feet, muffled shouting, and of course another ungodly shriek.
Your destination clear in your mind, you’re about to rush to the rescue when you hear the sound of a similar struggle in the direction of the <span class="mu-s">KITCHEN</span>--but with more pounding on a door than anything else!
“She <span class="mu-i">did</span> say there were more…” Whispers Pepper as she glances between the two noises. “What should we do?”
>EVERYONE HEAD UPSTAIRS! >TO THE KITCHEN FIRST!>LET’S SPLIT UP, GANG! (WHO GOES WHERE?)>WRITE-IN! 