"I... Hmm." Pam hadn't been out to the store yet, and wasn't sure of how far it was, but the idea of being somewhere with supplies and a whole bunch of gas was tempting. She liked the idea of having access to lots of potential fire, even if the storefront might be open. "I think that might be a good option, if you know the way there. And I can put something up on the network if we think it's a good idea to let other people know where to meet up... That's probably--"
Pam was cut off as something clattered into the washing machine in the utility room. She nearly screamed as she raised her crossbow, maybe actually aiming it where she wanted to, at the lanky figure shuffling towards the kitchen, but as the form approached she dropped it to her side again. "Oh thank god."
There stood Edwin, his usual dark clothes blending him into the shadows, though the sword he held in front of him still managed to catch the light. He lowered it, though didn't bother to put it back in the sheath as he bent over, gasping to catch his breath enough to be able to talk. "One of those things chased me up," he managed to get out. "I lost it for a minute, but I think it's behind the barn." He hadn't had much time to do more than get into more comfortable clothes and grab his sword in the small amount of time he'd been in the barn before catching movement out his window, and he'd made a mad dash across the yard to cut through the house, which he figured would slow it down if it gave chase. He didn't expect to find anyone else in the building once he'd discovered the bad gimmick for the night, but despite having a crossbow somewhat pointed at him, he was grateful to see familiar faces. "What is this?"