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ASH CARDALE<br/>
:･ﾟ✧<b><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">abandon all hope who enter here</span> </b>✧･ﾟ:*<br/>
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ash walked around carefully to each side trying to see through the windows in case anyone was inside but it was too dark on the inside to see anything. she'd almost pipe up and mention about leaving and finding somewhere else because this house was exactly the type of scene from a horror movie. she could almost see leatherface busting through the front door and taking her, putting her on a meat hook, and making clothes out of her skin. but a sudden bolt of lightning followed by a roar of thunder changed her mind. they'd get sick if they stayed out in the rain. <br/>
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she turned around quickly when ash heard the breaking of a floorboard, quickly but carefully she went to help him out of it. hopefully inside wouldn't be too bad, at least safe enough for them al stay the night without getting ill from the asbestos and black mold that was surely inside. with jacobs help the two of them were able to get through the bolted wooden plank that was nailed to the front door. the smell of cobwebs and dust hit her instantly as she let out a sneeze. she grabbed her dagger on her side, slowly taking it out and carrying it in case anything happened. they'd have to scope the place out before they could find a place to rest. <br/>
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the foyer was decorated with old flower wallpaper which was peeling off of the walls. a few spare tables and chairs scattered the area. it led into the living room to her surprise it was not vacant of furniture. there were two old couches on either side of the room and a fire pit which wasn't lit but fresh logs were sat on either side. there were backpacks and blankets scattered around the room as well. she felt a deep drop in her stomach. someone was using the house and she hoped that it wasn't anyone related to that gang from before. "shit...we gotta get out of he.." she was stopped at the sound of a gun clicking to load. a shiver when down her spine as she froze. <br/>
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"s-stay right there!" it was a mans voice but quite shakey and skittish. "put your weapons down. any move i'll blow ya brains out y'here?"<br/>
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"we're not looking for any-"<br/>
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"<i>put the weapons down." </i>the make reiterated. ash went silent and put her weapon down and her hands back up, slowly turning around to see him. he was a skinny, nerdy man with broken glasses. he was tall and lanky with a rifle in his hands. he clearly wasn't confident with it but he likely still knew how to use it. the sound of footsteps alarmed her again. someone came down the stairs and quickly into the room with the skinny man. he was a lot bigger in size with silver hair and jean overalls. he also carried a gun and this guy, ash could tell, knew what he was doing with it. <br/>
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ash kicked her knife over to the two men as a way of trying to show some sort of peace that they weren't here to hurt them. "we were just looking for a place to crash for the night. we don't mean any harm."<br/>
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