Rek watched with an amused look on his face, and then sat back down. "Sorry, my mistake." He sighed, and cursed. He glanced at Kat, and then popped the seal on the hazard suit.
Kevin grinned, things were picking up after such a dismal start.
Vrix entered shortly after Benji, and glanced around. "This wasn't what I was expecting."
"Oh ****ing hell!" The chubby nineteen-year-old boy named Tom Kelsey yelled at the steaming wreck that used to be his car. The silver Honda had collapsed to half its length after colliding with a sturdy oak. He had been living independently for six months. He decided to skip college; thinks its a scam. He works at Goodwill from 3 to 10 pm. It's a decent job. He gets by and stays a little high. All was well until this shit happened. Tom had been driving home from his family's stupid Christmas party when his car radio somehow turned itself on and nearly burst his ****ing eardrums. He had jumped and swerved off the road and conveniently in to the nearest tree. He kicked the front tire's hubcap and pushed his hair back. His hand came away bloody. "Jesus Christ..." he muttered, staring at his crimson palm. He opened what was left of the car door. It pulled off the hatch and dropped to the ground with a thud. He grabbed his cellphone off the driver's seat and flipped it open. No signal. "Just ****ing perfect." He grimaced. He looked around and saw a gigantic house in the distance about a half mile away from the road. "Spooky" He thought but he was freezing and probably needed a band-aid. He trudged with his shoulders slumped through the snow cursing the whole way and checking his cell phone for a signal. He stopped and looked at the monstruous mansion. "I'm not in ****ing Kansas anymore." He muttered. "At least it's to fancy looking to be a methlab or some shit." He thought and walked up to the doorstep. He rapped on the slanted bronze gargoyle knocker. "Hello? Is anyone there? I'm uhh... freezing my balls off out here."