Max went out the door and surveyed his surroundings. Almost as soon as he stepped foot outside, the uneasy feeling returned. Whatever was following him on his way to the coffee shop was back. It's as if they waited for him, just so they could trail him once again. This bastard was at it again and Max wanted this thing dead, or at least sent back to the very hell it came from. 

He looked at the group and urged them closer. He spoke very low almost at a whisper. Max didn't want whatever it was to hear him. "I'm getting the sense that the very thing that followed me here, is at it again and on our tails once more, so we must be on the lookout. In the meantime I'll be needing a lift to the site. I walked all the way here and this sword is starting to kill my back."

The sword strapped to his back was rather large and over sized, but that's the price you pay when you request a buster sword. Max wanted to get it off his back just even for the few minutes it took to get to the site.

He stepped back a moment and looked around just checking out the area, trying to feel how close the hell spawn was, but he couldn't get a direct bearing on it's location. All he knew, was that it was close. 

"Now who's going to give me that ride? The faster we get there the faster we can deal with whatever it is that's playing reanimation games with the corpse."