"Hello?  Someone hurt?"  He turned to look, dipping his head a little to actually focus on the sounds a little better.  "You okay?"

Frank tried not to stiffen up - someone who knew him? But as a child? Maybe they didnt' know he was a murderer - and a wanted one, at that, by now.

"Frank Blackarrow - thats me. Seven...? Were you at the Orphanage? That was a long time ago. You have the advantage, man, how many Apache were there, after all... which kid were you, the one that was always in a body cast or the one that ate the worm?" He actually managed a slight smile.

"Long time, Morris." He offered a handshake. "Being lost, mostly.  Trying to find a place to get a decent burger.  Hitching to the Reservation - I've had enough of the modern world i think."  He shrugged. "...Why are you toting a length of pipe?"

In the fog behind Morris who is now paying attention to Frank there is a female figure, her hips sway in a manner that would be considered sexy if it didn't seem just a little too exaggerated.

The figure moves closer it wears a dress in the fog it looks like it might be blood red however when she can be seen clearly she has no face just a gaping mouth from where her eyebrows should be to her chin.

She raises sharp nails and lunges towards Morris who is closest to her.

Morris turns and let's Frank pull him out of the way he bring the pipe up and then down on the creature, he does so again but he looks very much like he's starting to get pretty tired.

Fran flung the chain held in his left hand in the creature's face, hopefully driving it back, then he will nab for the pipe. "Get behind me and watch for more. I'm fresh - you're not."

If he can, he'll kick for a knee and watch for an opportunity to smack it in the head - or if the pipe is long, even better - no risk to his foot.  So many monsters his grandfather had told him stories of - no face, all mouth - hungry ...what else... why couldnt' he remember how to kill all these things?  Oh, yeah, because he wasn't Coyote or Hare or Raven - gonna make it tougher.

Frank pins it in place with the pipe if he's able and will most certainly finish it off with a stomp to the throat and/or head if he can.

"Alrighty. Monsters, okay then. Grandfather told me i'd have days like this and when i grew up i assumed he was just trying to scare me."

You're tired - and we're under equipped. This ain't night of the living dead so lets not run to the first deserted farmhouse we find, eh? Rather find a hardware store." He managed another almost smile. "Guess i'm not going to get that hamburger i wanted. Damn."

"Thats not good, Morris. Gotta keep your bloodsugar up - keep you from petering out at the wrong time - like when monsters are catching up. Grandfather always said things like that, they draw shapes from us, from our spirits. From our nightmare worlds." He grimaces, thinking of all the spirits that go after warriors who've gotten a bit too into the bloodshed ...and those who failed to protect their families. "Monsters... that just freakin figures. Out of the frying pan, y'know?"

He kept his eyes peeled - it wasn't that different from being on patrol in a hotzone ... or from being in the 'social' areas of a high security prison for the extremely violent, for that matter. Great, i'm in my element.

"Is it even open? If not, hardware store would help out - hacksaw, sledge hammer..." He looked around. "If we can't get in, then off to the hardware store, right?"

"Dude. You're exhausted. I don't have a problem going first." He blinked. "Where did you get a key? Nevermind. I'll take hostiles, you look for what you need. Why are we here, exactly?"

He will take the lead if morris allows, but will go as Morris directs.

"Well, then a trip to K-mart for bullets... do they even have a K-mart in this town?" He'll take it - he's found they work best on people though - animals don't know what it is and a handgun often won't take it down, and monsters, he's not sure about."

"What - you're a doctor? Or you're looking for some drugs?" Nonjudgemental there - but it amused him for a moment that Morris could be in the same profession he was at one time.

"I'm a doctor." He couldnt' even remember if he'd been removed from that profession's rosters - he hadn't cared - well, about anything - in what seemed like centuries. "Are you injured right now? Hell, i haven't had a chance to wash up from the last accident..." Frank sighed. "How did you get here, anyway? Do you have a car? might be a lot safer cruising around town if we had a vehical."

"Hn. Nightmare worlds - maybe we got sucked into the spiritworld somehow."

Maybe we're dead. I could have been killed in that accident... and we're just ghosts.

Superstitious bullcrap. Give grandfather a giggle if he knew i was thinking such nonsense.

"You need me to look for you some water or something?"

"Yeah, actually, I was an EMT and then a trauma doctor - Lets check out the emergency room, its likely to have the basics there, then we can find the pharmacy and grab some antibiotics and a few other things."

... not...thirsty. Okay. Frank was starting to get worried - that was just a little creepy. "Got any issues i should know about, Morris? Heart problems, diabetes, any allergies?"

He started looking for the ever-present colored lines that would lead him to the right area.

right now he's just looking for the lines that guide people to the various parts of hospitals - and to make sure they're something familiar.  I mean, if he sees a line of bees or something instead of redline, green line, yellow line... he might take pause.  or no lines at all. 

frankly, he wants to check the closest by areas, look for other people, take it slow - hopefully with Morris along with him - alone is not good.  Frank watches monster movies!  never split up!

Keeping an eye on Morris, he'll go room by room. If none are set up with an emergency area, he'll have to raid one of the treatment rooms - not terribly hopeful now though - this looks more like where you get your kid diagnosed with head lice than somewhere you take a wounded person.

How fresh? And no body, just blood?

Frank keeps Mr.Pipe at the ready and will look up down and all around - probably a freaking ninja monster on the ceiling or something.

"I'm not sure i understand, Morris. Eerie isn't really the word for it - Gruesome is more like it. Did the monsters just eat everyone in town? Is that why its so deserted?"

He'll check the desk and look for anything that's not nailed down (old rpg joke) - and maybe something like booze (left hand lower drawer, that's where most docs keep their stash) and/or bottled water - dry swallowing pills is no fun. Even distilled water would work, though it would be pretty flat tasting.

"Well ... probably get half of one of these pills down you for your muscle pain. Then I'm open to suggestions. Bet Happy Burger's not open anymore, either. Damn." He sighed, mourning his chance to get real food. Just his luck. Escape from prison the day the zombie apocalypse starts.

"if you don't have a firm plan - Hardware store, nursery or garden shop, police station, firehouse are all good, whichever's closest. Hell, even a dog pound might have a rifle. Any of those would get us a lighter and easier to use tool than a lead pipe. Hey, look around while we're moseying through and see if any of the 'in case of fire' cases here have an axe!"

He looked thoughtful for a long moment. "Y'know, the People back on the reservation - the name for this town was 'Place of Silent Spirits.' You were supposed to be able to talk to the dead here. My people thought the white folk actually living in the place were kind of crazy - you don't *live* where the dead speak. But why was it called silent spirits if they talked? Crazy stuff."

For a moment - all warmth vanished, all humanity. His dreams were usually bitter and often horrifying memories, playing over and over in sharp relief. They almost always ended the same way - him stumbling into where his dead wife lay, the walls painted with blood and body fluids, and a man crouched over her, slowly looking up - and smiling. His face, in black and red war paint - or maybe black war paint and blood.

"I try not to think about my dreams once i'm awake." Frank said, his voice distant and cold as the moon. "Its better for everyone that way. But i've been dreaming about silent hill and the orphanage... Its the only part of my dreams that I think it would be worth talking about to anyone but a headshrinker or a priest."

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, pushing away that part of himself for now. Morris didn't know, wasn't there - letting himself drop into the burning cold, detached part of himself was not a good idea right now.

"Well, maybe we'll luck out and Happy Burger will still be open and not a disgusting mess. I wonder what happened to this doctor. From the splash pattern ... doesn't look like he went out easy."

If he can find a first aid kit and/or doctor's bag, he'll grab that and tote it - otherwise it all goes in the gym bag his late patient gave him. That lightened his mood, just a little. A gift from a man who should have had more selfish concerns. "Okay. Take one of these and sip a little water, if you want more, drink it, slowly." He offered a halved painkiller to Morris. "I'm worried that you haven't eaten but if you're not hungry - we're all good for now. if you get woozy we'll just find a place, hold up and let you get a nap - i'll keep watch."

"Bonus! Fire axe!" He would aquire himself a fireaxe! "You want axe or pipe? Axe might be easier on your shoulder."

"You want to go back to your apartment? Hell, what's closest? we can sketch out a map and do this in an orderly fashion. I'll be honest, Morris. My plan is survival. I dont' have one past that. If Happy Burger's open, we can go there any time - and if its not, no use going there."

"That works. We find a hardwarestore or a nursery, we can get a polesaw, too - push them away. You poke em back hard, i'll whack them to bits. Teamwork. You know the town better than I. If we get split up, we can meet ...say back at the graveyard? near the entrance. After you show me where your apartment is, we can use that as a meeting place."

He handed off the pipe. "I'm not bad with an axe. Prefer a machete though. Heh. We get to an athletic store, we could pick up some bows. You remember when i made those little bows for us all? Man, i got into trouble. That was stupid, that kid that was a mass of bandages all the time nearly put his eye out. How the hell do you nearly put your own eye out with a bow, thats what i wanna know?"

"Sounds good - they've got all kinds of crap we can snag. and I have the key." He holds up the axe and grins. "Lets finish up here and go - not sure there's anything else for us here or not. Anything else you wanted to look for?"

Frank stays close and covers Morris as best he can. "What are we looking for?"

"Yeah. There was some drug trade out of here with that as a focus, wasn't there? Flower's used by shaman to get closer to the spirits. Thats not a good thing for people who are trying to get high."