Valencia had her face pressed against the windowpane, hands cupped around her eyes as she scanned the inky blackness, searching for any sign of life, any sign of anything. No matter how much she squinted and strained her eyes, all she could see was a wall of dark. She felt a chill radiate from the pit of her stomach and all throughout her body, riding up her spine and raising the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck. She shuddered as she pulled away, shaking her head a bit. Her cheery demeanor from a few minutes before was gone.

"I cant see anything." She said quietly, almost to herself. "I cant even see his flashlight. The darkness is...thick. Or something."

Joel had moved to the door, his hand clutching the doorknob in a death grip, ready to tug it open in a moments notice. He had hard Valencia's words, and they didnt do anything to help calm him. He was starting to get nervous. Jeff had been out there for more than a few minutes. Did he find the car? Did h find the gun? Was he even fucking [i]alive?[/i] Maybe Bill was right, maybe he should have just stayed in and waited for all of this to blow over.

"Hey, man, I'm sure he's fine."

Joel turned his attention forwards again, to Vincent, who was holding the other door next to him. He was giving him a reassuring smile, though it was clear that he was just as nervous as Joel was. He was dressed up in his work clothes still, a brown polo t-shirt, emblazoned with the [i]Coffee and Pie, Oh My![/i] logo across the chest and a pair of black work pants. His hair, which was usually slicked back, was slowly falling down over his face.

"He's fine, he'll be in soon."

"Yeah, or maybe he wont be..." Bill said from his seat at the bar, close to the door, the grumpiness, anger, and fear all very prevalent in his voice. Lee turned her head to him, annoyance flashing across her face, eyes narrowed at him.

"Oh, stop it, Bill. Just give him time, he'll be back. Stop being so dramatic." She said as she lifted he coffee to her lips, taking a small, concentrated sip as she continued to narrow her eyes at Bill.

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Back outside, Jeff was rooting through the glove box, and soon enough, he fond his hand on the gun. It was a silver revolver with a wooden grip, a large black lock between the trigger and the rest of the gun. He felt the weight of the gun in his hand, a small, cocky smile raising the edges of his lips again as he slowly turned the gun over, observing the intricacies of the weapon as he leaned back in the worn faux-leather seat of the Oldsmobile.

"Record time." He said to himself, closing the glove box as he did. He stepped out of the car, shutting the door and pushing the key into the lock, twisting it with a quick and calculated flick of his wrist, effectively locking the door. He was about to turn back to the diner, but a noise from behind stopped him in his tracks, mid step, eyes wide.

It was almost like a growling. But it wasnt. Something was off, unnatural, otherworldly. Jeff did an about face, looking in the direction of the noise. His face was calm, his body not shaking, but he could feel his heart beating much faster than before. Backing up slowly towards the diner, he attempted to shine his flashlight in the direction of the noise, but the light barely cut through the darkness. Hell, he could barely see five feet in front of him.

But there was something out there.