【forlorn】—-→
His steps were hesitant, careful, the light of his lamp dimmed and stored upon his back so he could easily switch over to any kind of weapon he had found along his way. Left with the sole choice between a hunting knife, sharp and efficient, the perfect option for silent manoeuvres, and a Colt whose stentorian, loud bang would most certainly draw the attention of his surrounding and attract more of those 【things】, Sebastian decided to remain with the silent method for now, sneaking past any possible threat he could spot from a current position. He’d melt with the shadows of the night, remaining to be unseen and close to invisible for as long as possible. Though, knowing the pitch he was in and his ludicrous luck lately, he’d have to draw his weapon sooner or later to save his own ass or that of another, if there’d be anyone else around at all. With the grass rustling beneath the weight of his softly taken foothold, he proceeded with caution, maintained his strategy and sneaked into one of the old, wooden cabins close by, the smell of death, blood and excrements soon pervading his nostrils, causing him to gag silently. Though, he got a hold of himself right away again, perceiving dull, heavy steps that weren’t his own, somewhere above his current position. Was there someone else present in this cabin? Another, bizarre and horrific villager, or whatever the hell they are? ‘ Probably the garret. Guess there’s only one way to find out for sure. ’ A silent, rather discouraged whisper that crawled from his dry lips when he sneaked behind an old, wooden showcase in close vicinity, remaining in a crouching position. He hated the idea to encounter more of those 【garbled】 beings but — what other rope is left there for him to grasp? It could be the only rescue, the only proceeding that’d permanently prolong his viability. Sneaking up on them from behind and stabbing the hell out of their brains, or … whatever’s left of it, burning their bodies to smoke and ashes. And, with a little less of a threat breathing down his neck, he could risk to inspect his sorroundings without fearing to be spotted and eaten alive, searching for a gate or something that’d lead him to the outside, away from this mess and nightmarish creatures stalking his flesh. There just 【had】 to be a way.
Paula had no idea what's been happening around here, nor what horrific creatures could might stalk her if she'd continue to mindlessly wander these cabins but what else could she do to find a clue as to what's going on. Heavy breathing intensified once the blonde had entered a backdoor, footfall tapping over wood somewhere close around the next corner. So, she wasn't all alone after all? That was relieiving to know. Approaching the source of noise, the woman blinked her dichromatic eyes, skidding along the corner -- only to perceive a grotesque sort of creature, all bloody and terrific to the core. She stumbled back, breathed in fast blows and screamed as loud as she could. That probably was the biggest mistake she had ever done in her whole life. Next to fishing out rotten food from a dumbster.