Her companions spoke about their options; Morgan listened, nodded, but for a couple of minutes didn't move; stood with her hand still on the door handle, looking over the corpses. She'd seen dead bodies before, of course, it came with the work she did, but something about the scene before them was so bereft of mercy, of humanity...she finally managed to pull her eyes away as Neron left and she took a step back, shutting the door and letting the bodies have their rest again.
Heading out of the door herself (taking a heavy breath of the crisp cold air when it arrived), she frowned at Neron's suggestion they might split up. Maybe it was a selfish, emotional desire, after the sight of the death she'd just had, but Morgan found the idea of discovering more scenes alone was not one she wanted. "I believe we can do what Deimos suggests and mark out the buildings quickly together. No need for a thorough investigation of each, just a quick look in to see if there's...well, anything like what we just saw."
That said she began to walk to the door opposite, a leaderly confidence to her movements she really didn't feel. However, just as her hand was reaching to push on the rotten, chipped wood - a noise from inside. Something falling, crashing to the ground, then scurrying away to a far corner. Immediately alert, Morgan reached back to grasp the handle of her hammer, then looked to Deimos and Neron. "Could just be an animal." She said, to try and calm the immediate tension.
Heading out of the door herself (taking a heavy breath of the crisp cold air when it arrived), she frowned at Neron's suggestion they might split up. Maybe it was a selfish, emotional desire, after the sight of the death she'd just had, but Morgan found the idea of discovering more scenes alone was not one she wanted. "I believe we can do what Deimos suggests and mark out the buildings quickly together. No need for a thorough investigation of each, just a quick look in to see if there's...well, anything like what we just saw."
That said she began to walk to the door opposite, a leaderly confidence to her movements she really didn't feel. However, just as her hand was reaching to push on the rotten, chipped wood - a noise from inside. Something falling, crashing to the ground, then scurrying away to a far corner. Immediately alert, Morgan reached back to grasp the handle of her hammer, then looked to Deimos and Neron. "Could just be an animal." She said, to try and calm the immediate tension.
MORGAN
Snakes are biting at my heels
The worries that refuse to let us go
The worries that refuse to let us go
