omfg it's a lion get back in the car

[coordinated_n]

*One door. He was off by one stupid door. Three more feet and he'd have been at the kitchen, but no. Near swears the mansion switches more than should be possible

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[chilichoc]

*Mel's looking for someone who can update her on recent events, and peeks in... She's popped at once into the middle of the cornfield, and glowers and mutters, and quickly moves everything from her coat pockets to her pants pockets and waistband, taking extra care with the MP3 player. She's intensely annoyed to see that her automatic has turned into a regular six-shooter.*

Fuck, that can't be good. H'llo? Anyone else here?

[coordinated_n]

Lots of us. I keep losing people.

Is that Mel?

*Near drags himself out of the next row of corn over, trying to move in the direction of her voice.*

[chilichoc]

Yeah, it's Mel. Hang on, I'm coming to you.

*she closes the distance and stands in front of him*

Don't be alarmed, but there are a bunch of creepy kids watching us.

[coordinated_n]

WHAT?

*Near is alarmed.*

[chilichoc]

I'm between them and you. ...But I'm pretty sure they're between us and the door. But I still have a gun. Sort of.

[coordinated_n]

Are they doing anything?

Could we just go around them?

[chilichoc]

*the kids are singing creepy rhymes about everyone falling down* They're kinda walking toward us in a long spread-out line. I think they're just the warmup act... we do not wanna get backed up. I think I can clear us a path. You ready to run?

[coordinated_n]

You'd have to take my hand, or point me which way. But yes.

[chilichoc]

I'll take your hand. I promise I'm not hitting on you. *little laugh* Let 'em get a bit closer. Don't want 'em to have a chance to close ranks.

[coordinated_n]

Okay. I wish they'd stop.

*He can't hear footsteps over the chanting*

[chilichoc]

*dryly* Fat chance. 'k, here goes...

*she's really sure these are the mansion's extras, as it were, but still cringes a bit as she steps away and takes the first shot. the next two are easier. the kids keep coming, seemingly unfazed by their fallen comrades. Mel grabs Near's hand.*

Run.

[coordinated_n]

*He doesn't need to be told twice. He bolts like a jackrabbit, eager to be away from the sound of the singing.*

Comeoncomeon.

[chilichoc]

*She runs like hell too, getting them through the gap and not stopping. The kids seem to be momentarily at a loss.*

Where's-the-fucking-door?

[coordinated_n]

Look around. There must be a building somewhere. *The wind howls, and Near shivers again.*

[chilichoc]

*She does a quick check. Kids have turned around and are still coming, but pretty slowly. No other obvious imminent dangers, but she's not about to put the gun away or let go of his hand.*

I see a house, or something, on the hill. Bet everyone else would head there. C'mon. *points them toward it*

[coordinated_n]

It's worth a try, at least.

*Following.*

How far behind us are they?