Chris pulled up not long after Haywood, frowning as he spotted the corpses from the road. "Holy shit," He mumbled to himself. Seeing this kind of thing wasn't uncommon as a hunter, but some folks just never really became entirely desensitized to seeing other people torn open. It was absolutely savage, and clearly the work of a monster. Not only that, but it was out in broad daylight, on someone's front lawn. The thing in this town had absolutely no reservations about its work, no sense of subtlety. Whatever he was dealing with had just gotten a lot more dangerous. When Haywood's car stopped, Chris turned off his own and grabbed his gun, giving it a quick ammo check to make sure it was fully loaded. It was, two silver-painted brass shells snugly fit into the firearm. With it in hand, he got out of his car and circled around the front, shouldering the weapon on the approach.<br/><br/>It was cold - way colder than it should have been. Not quite what some wendigos could do, bringing entire blizzards into territories with them, but a definitely noticeable chill that was<span style="font-style: italic">wrong</span>compared to the rest of the town's temperature. It had been through here, and Chris knew it could still be nearby. He approached the scene alongside Haywood, keeping a vigilant watch around them and a firm grip on his weapon. If the thing was still here, he hoped he could catch sight of it before it caught them unaware.<br/><br/>"Your boys best keep an eye open," Chris said, approaching one of the nearby corpses. He looked it over, frowning deeply as he took in the details. Shredded flesh, broken limbs, and most tellingly, annihilated ribs. A mess had been made of the body, but he could tell right away that the heart had been targeted and removed.