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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Fanog" data-source="post: 827853" data-attributes="member: 10680">1st Floor - Front EntranceClairemont MansionWith his back to the car, Michael stares into the darkness, trying to see where the danger is coming from. The smell is overwhelming, and Michael is overcome by thoughts of what its source might be.Where, what --? I can't see a thing in this darkness. Woukld it be another of those monstrosities? Are there really more? How many - one, four, twenty? Could we outrun them maybe, take shelter in the house? Are there more inside too? Oh God..."Sir, what's happening? I can't see a thing here, Sir...", Michael adresses the Sergeant, his voice slightly quivering. He briefly turning his head as he does so.He vaguely sees that the others are sprinting for the house. He follows their lead, fearing to be left behind or slowing them down. He takes a few paces at a run, and finds that the table leg isn't too stable in its place in the crook of his arm.Argh, hell! Candle.  Club.   Medkit.We need all of them, I have to get them in. Don't drop anything, Smith. Don't!Michael's speed drops as he juggles the three items in his two hands. He watches over his shoulder a few times, even though he knows that he shouldn't. Keeping the candle burning isn't really a priority anymore, keeping it in his hands is. He'll trust to the lights from the house to guide him in, praying that he'll make it there safely.</blockquote>