Kennedy didn't know what to do. She felt the panic set in. She didn't feel she had the authority to stop the fight, but she didn't know what use she was otherwise. Just what the hell was that thing that attacked them? She had known going in this would be no easy ride, but if that was what their enemies were capable of, perhaps she was in over her head. She wanted to pack up, get back to the airport, book the next flight home, and curl up in her bed and await herself losing her mind. She could feel the tears welling up.

And then he spoke.

She didn't know why and couldn't place the feeling, but when Manny spoke, just the tone of his voice soothed her. It was a command, a suggestion, but perhaps he could tell she was battling inside her mind. It was busy work but needed. After all, they had injured. She nodded her approval before she set for inside.

She wasn't expecting much. The house itself wasn't barren, but it was obvious by the amount of dust that it hadn't seen visitors for a few years. It was almost like everyone disappeared in a puff of smoke. Still, she searched the first room. She was hoping for the basics of supplies: some bandages, maybe some tweezers in case there were bullet wounds, antiseptic, pain meds. She found bandages in the kitchen, but the bottom floor held nothing else of note. She made note of the rooms in case it became important later. She wasn't sure if they planned to spend too long here. Given this was a former cultist's house, it would be good to investigate.

She set for upstairs. The stairs creaked at each step. She hoped she wouldn't fall through and have that be the end of her. Thankfully, she made it to the top. She cursed herself for wearing heels, opting for flats or gym shoes on her next go around. She took the first door and found a closet. There were more bandages there.

As she made her way to the next door, a growing sense of dread set in. She didn't know why, but as soon as she opened the door, she got her answer. She held in what scream wanted to be let loose.

On the bed, were three skeletons. Judging by their frame and size, they were no more than 14 years old.

She had seen dead bodies before. She had been in the morgue with a cadaver cut open. She'd seen skeletons even. Still, it wasn't expected. She took a few deep breaths before she calmed herself down. She walked inside. The paid the bodies little mind, they could sort that business out later. Instead, she went into the bathroom and found most of the supplies she needed: some pain medication, some antiseptic, even some tweezers (though smaller than she hoped). She scooped it all up and left the room, putting the bodies out of her mind for now.

She rushed back outside and set the supplies down. "I know some basic first aid, but if someone with more experience could help, that would be great. After, we'll have to talk about what else I saw in the house."