"Bro, if we are dead, this is some dope-ass purgatory bullshit," Joe said, looking around the place in awe. He sort of tailed Salem, worried about being separated in this weird, unfamiliar place. He watched as Salem picked up his weapon, and sighed. At least they were both armed somewhat adequately now. He wasn't sure how effective a knife and a club would be against anything that could cause those sort of black tendrils around here, but the most he could do was hope.<br/><br/>"It doesn't look like anyone lives here," he piped up, but there was really no way to tell unless they looked inside. Like Salem had read Joe's mind, the older man went to one of the windows of the buildings. Joe jumped when the creature smashed against the window. Of course there'd be something terrifying in there. Why would they expect anything different? Even though Joe hadn't been anywhere near the window, he took off running. However, he wasn't the thinnest person in the world and he certainly was not the fastest at running.<br/><br/>"What is THAT?" Joe shouted to Salem, who hopefully was taking off behind him. He'd never seen anything like that before, and hoped to never see anything like that again. He ran through the streets until he couldn't anymore, which wasn't really that long at all. He slowed to a stop, bending down and resting his hands on his thighs.