vii.

Meanwhile, a panicked run’s distance from the crash site….

Image: Cloudy night. A distant structure overlooks a gnarled forest.

“We shouldn’t even be out here.”

Image: Of five frazzled people, two are arguing.
Image: One of the arguers, Gary, gestures boldly in one direction. From eye level, all they can see is trees.

Right, Gary insists, but it’s too late to turn back. It only makes sense to keep going—

Image: The other arguer, Addison, isn’t having it.

It’s not too late at all, Addison protests. They should turn around before they get too far, and—

Counters Gary, they’re already too far! They can’t go back towards the things that tried to kill them. At least if they try for the castle, the trip will have been worthwhile—

Argues Addison: Not worth their lives!

Image: As the argument continues, the other three are on uneasy standby. Two, Joce and Kay Lin, mumble amongst themselves.
Which leaves Sequitur.

The disagreement shows no sign of stopping. And it’s too risky to split up.

Thus concludes Sequitur: Welp.

Image: And with that, they walk away.
Image: The woods engulf them.

Man, who would’a thought a fuckin’ Halloween party would’a went this way.

First that weird-ass letter, then the were… whatever those were.


Image: The truck came across something odd.

The driver got dragged out the window.

…

Sucks.

Image: They’re being watched.
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