The Scout edged into the building like there might be a Sentry around every corner, looking for places vampires might conceivably pass out during the day, or whatever the shit they did. Took the stairs to the second floor three-at-a-time, landing on his toes like a cat, and repeated the search. Nothing.
He popped out and made a half-assed (due to crossbow) version of an umpire's "safe" sign before heading into the next one.
This one... felt off. And it had a basement.
Michael backed up to the door and waved for the others to get just a liiiiittle bit closer before he went the fuck down that goddamn rabbit hole.
Then, trusting the Pyro'd have his back, he went down anyway.
Real
fucking
slowly.
When the Maglite's beam hit the face of something that was definitely not fucking human, he almost tried to bonk it before realizing what the fuck he was doing and backing back up the stairs with the crossbow at the ready. Good thing those fuckers sleep like the dead, right?
He popped his head out of an empty windowframe and grinned wildly. "Go time!"