[She considers that for a moment, glancing fearfully back toward the shadows before reluctantly nodding, reaching her arms up for Adam to be picked up. She's still a child, and has some weight to her, but she's lighter than she should be, as if she's packed with fluff instead of flesh and bone. The girl sniffles, but presses closer toward Adam anyway, hiding her face in his shoulder so that they can move.
It's scary. Something rustles in the shadows, there's a low scuffle in the distance, but they push on. Ronan is back here somewhere, she's sure of it.
When they finally reach the back end of the barn, there's seemingly nothing there, save for an object on the ground, lying there unceremoniously, as if dropped carelessly by someone else. Adam could trip over it if he's not careful, but when he does notice it it's almost impossible to believe that it was so unassuming at first.
A tire iron lays at Adam's feet, weighty and thick, the end of it drenched in blood. Blood is spattered along the ground nearby, trailing off further into the shadows. It's significant though, there's a sudden heaviness to the air now that Adam is at ground zero, as if the very object itself is a black hole, taking all the spare breath and joy in the room and crushing it into nothingness.
The orphan girl squirms in Adam's arms, whimpering miserably as they stay there. The blood trail spatters back along the ground, black where it's dried, leading ultimately to a huddled dark mass, obscured by shadow and laying against the wall as if it had been dragged there. There's clothing that can be made out from here, the denim of jeans, and boots that fit a teenager more than they would a grown man.]
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It's scary. Something rustles in the shadows, there's a low scuffle in the distance, but they push on. Ronan is back here somewhere, she's sure of it.
When they finally reach the back end of the barn, there's seemingly nothing there, save for an object on the ground, lying there unceremoniously, as if dropped carelessly by someone else. Adam could trip over it if he's not careful, but when he does notice it it's almost impossible to believe that it was so unassuming at first.
A tire iron lays at Adam's feet, weighty and thick, the end of it drenched in blood. Blood is spattered along the ground nearby, trailing off further into the shadows. It's significant though, there's a sudden heaviness to the air now that Adam is at ground zero, as if the very object itself is a black hole, taking all the spare breath and joy in the room and crushing it into nothingness.
The orphan girl squirms in Adam's arms, whimpering miserably as they stay there. The blood trail spatters back along the ground, black where it's dried, leading ultimately to a huddled dark mass, obscured by shadow and laying against the wall as if it had been dragged there. There's clothing that can be made out from here, the denim of jeans, and boots that fit a teenager more than they would a grown man.]