With his pistol at the ready Julian made his approach on the barn. The only light available to him were the headlights. This meant that the closer he got to the barn doors, the darker it became. His blood ran colder with every step as he began to regret his decision. The back of his mind kept screaming at him, [I]this is where you die[/I]. As if it was a line in a play he kept forgetting. He shook his head, trying to ignore the recurring thought. This wouldn’t be the first time he did something stupid, and he’d be damned if it was the last. By now he was far enough that just about everything in front of him was pitch black. His steps had become more like shuffles, sliding his feet across the grass one by one. Begging that he wouldn’t bump into something. It had only been a few days since he had been this barn with his last group. They had left of their own will and not because of a herd, but he had no idea how quickly it could have filled up. 

As he stepped inside the barn, he heard a growl and a lurch. Turning sharply to his left he saw the culprit, one of them had gotten it’s caught on a hook on the wall. With it unable to move he gave it a good whack with the butt of his gun, wincing at the sickening sound it made. With a glance behind him, he waved for Calvin to come further. Silent he went further in holding his gun from the wrong end, ready to hit something with it. At this point he could feel his veins pumping hard beneath his skin. 

Continuing forward he slowly made his way across the barn to the other door. Once he was only a few feet away he made a mad dash to close it, tightening the latch. 

“I think we’re good,” He was mostly reassuring himself, but it was easily taken as being towards Calvin. “Mind bringing the car closer, so we can see?” Julian asked, significantly less tense than he had been only a few moments ago when driving. Looking around he decided peer inside the pens, once upon a time animals would’ve been kept here, now he’d be likely to find a half rotted body of one. Finally he found the right one, a smaller one that was probably used for chickens before the world ended. There was a small fire pit inside it, the one he had helped build a little less than a week. For some reason, he got the feeling that he was going around in circles as he began searching for something to light it.

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