Who: Kiley and Chase (later Marco!) Where: The cemetery and surrounding area When: Mid-morning
Chase was very, very glad that they'd been able to ride the snowcat into town, and not just for the fact that it was still winter-as-fuck outside. His ankle was better, mostly, but the weeks of unusual disuse had taken their toll as he and Kiley walked the familiar path to the cemetery. A tight, almost burning ache that was felt as if it were threatening to become a Charlie horse, but refused to commit. He was quickly realizing that there was a big difference between walking the halls and the stairs in the house verses the cold and not-always-terribly-even ground. He wasn't limping, but every once in a while he had to stop to roll his ankle, or lean down and rub. He wanted to help. He was going to help, ankle be damned.
He supposed it was a little silly to keep picking the cemetery as his area of choice for things like this. People knew about the stash now, though how many he wasn't sure. Pam knew, and as much as he didn't actually hold it against her (she didn't ask to be kidnapped and shoved into a hole with Kiley and a chicken) he didn't really trust that she wouldn't ever say anything. But it did make sense to keep doing it, he supposed, considering he and Kiley knew the area really well by now.
"You're... cool with this, right? I mean, us being in the cemetery...searching in the mausoleums and stuff." Shit, why hadn't he thought about that before? He felt a little horrified with himself that he hadn't actually asked more beyond if she wanted to go with him. She'd been the one actually trapped down there, and now they were going to have to poke around in all of the above ground coffins to make sure that no one was in there again. "I can do any of the stuff you don't want to. You know I will."