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Franklin's face scrunched slightly with confusion as he observes the clear evening sky gradually disappear and soon replaced by near blinding fog. [b]"Fog?"[/b] He asked nobody in particular. Fog was not an uncommon thing in Maine but fog this thick was. [b]"Forecast this morning didn't mention anything about fog today..."[/b] But regardless of the man's complaints about the weather phenomenon, the fog did settle and soon hindered even his ability to look across the street. The fog restricting his vision heightened his uneasiness. Only God knew what hid in the fog now that the man could just barely see ten feet in front of him. He needed something to make him feel safe even in the blinding fog. He needed a weapon.

But where? Most, if not all, of the abandoned buildings were potential death traps just lying in wait for their next victim that unwittingly assumed that the buildings were safe. Looking around the immediate area gave him nothing but rubbish. [b]"God, c'mon give me something to work with here."[/b] He semi-prayed while he explored the area for something usable as an improvised self-defense weapon. 

He could only hope that nothing hostile would interrupt him before he found something.