Vein
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Hal leaned his head back, looking up at the mansion from where he was standing. This place looked abandoned, the windows empty and the yard full with weed and overgrown grass. The gate itself was rusty and he had actually had to jump over it, giving up trying to get the old thing to move. All in all, the place had a Gothic look, it might have been an impressive sight once upon a time but now, it was just a memory of a fallen era. Not that he cared too much, he wasn't here to be impressed by the architecture, he was here to bring a monster down.
The young male pulled the bag off his shoulder and knelt down, opening it up and looked at the weapon inside. It was a special machine gun that was loaded with bullets made specifically to take down these monsters. He had already put it together and now checked it over one more time before throwing the stripe over his shoulder, feeling the familiar weight. It was a little lighter than a normal machine gun, perhaps it had a more specific name but he couldn't remember it and didn't care. In his head, it was a machine gun, that was all he really needed to know.
Hal stepped over to the door and checked the handle. It was open. Never a good sign. He pushed the door all the way into it's open position and stepped inside, the floor creaking under his feet. It was dark and smelled of a strange scent, he wasn't sure if it was just the wood rotting or if he was picking up an even worse scent. The male continued deeper into the mansion, his ears and eyes open, searching for his prey.
The young male pulled the bag off his shoulder and knelt down, opening it up and looked at the weapon inside. It was a special machine gun that was loaded with bullets made specifically to take down these monsters. He had already put it together and now checked it over one more time before throwing the stripe over his shoulder, feeling the familiar weight. It was a little lighter than a normal machine gun, perhaps it had a more specific name but he couldn't remember it and didn't care. In his head, it was a machine gun, that was all he really needed to know.
Hal stepped over to the door and checked the handle. It was open. Never a good sign. He pushed the door all the way into it's open position and stepped inside, the floor creaking under his feet. It was dark and smelled of a strange scent, he wasn't sure if it was just the wood rotting or if he was picking up an even worse scent. The male continued deeper into the mansion, his ears and eyes open, searching for his prey.