Ross arrives at the kitchen and attempts to lock himself up in the pantry. He tryies to bar the door from the inside and then hide in the darkest corner and cover his body with sacks of grain or what not [use hide +8]. He will remain here untill he he hears other cops fron another area or the old anchient indians.
"Not real, not possible, this is a dream, I know it is. Owww, no that pinch hurt. There are no deamons, fiends or Movie monsters. Skin does not take shape and reforem like that. Humans are human. Doc, car. James, disc. Me, sprawled eagle food split gullet...." Ross rambles underhis breath untill he is just moving his mouth.