should be used to this by now... [active/open]

[projectangel]

Characters: Marcus Wright, any
Setting: Entrance Room
Time: Night 11
Summary: Marcus escapes one hell to find himself in another...
Warnings: Angst, some blood, possible movie spoilers

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[projectangel]

"Ah, no," he replied awkwardly, turning his head a little to stretch his neck. "it's--I think it'll be fine." He got to his feet slowly. "Big house on an island..."

It was better than what he'd woken up to before.

At least he wasn't alone in this. He walked forward a bit, his steps heavy and solid. Turning on his heels, he noticed a large oak door. "Any idea where that goes?"

[an_valerious]

Anna stood up and straightened her back (mainly because of the corset but whatever) and looked over at the door. "Probably outside. I don't think it will open though, this house seems to want us inside,"

Anna looked up at Marcus. He could have been Romanian, a soldier for the Valerious family even.

She walked over so that she stood near him, her feet making very soft clicking noises with every step. "This house is full of very bad things and I think it wants all the residents inside for those bad things to find,"

[projectangel]

"Bad things, huh?" He reached to the door handle and turned the knob, giving it a mighty tug. Not so much as a creak. He checked the towel against his neck before wandering across the room to the open doorway.

"What kind of bad things?" Standing behind the doorframe, he leaned just far enough to peer into the room. It was large, with a dark fireplace and several couches and chairs. It was certainly a contrast from their current position, but there was something strange about a welcoming room being... empty.

He glanced back at Anna to see if she was following; his curiosity, or his audacity in this case, was offsetting to most people, and he didn't want to lose his company just yet.

[an_valerious]

"Well," Anna followed Marcus around. Normally she would be fighting back when somebody was so...forward but since he was new she was going to let it slide. "When I first got here I was attacked by a group of zombies and earlier tonight I found a nursery with a thing in the crib instead of a baby," She held up her wounded hand where the red bite marks stood out clearly on the pale skin. "And it did this to me,"

She glanced about the room with Marcus but made no move to enter it. "Are you hungry? There's a fully stocked kitchen if you are,"

[projectangel]

Zombies? Surely she was kidding.

But then, he looked at the bite marks and his brows furrowed... they were definitely real, and didn't look like anything a human could have done, or even an animal for that matter.

"This is starting to sound like the hell I came from," he muttered. He raised a brow in thought and looked back at her. "...the kitchen is stocked? By who? It doesn't look like anyone even lives here..."

With that, he inched carefully around the doorframe, his eyes scanning the grand, empty room.