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Sarah gulps. "Should we keep going?" she whispers.

Agnes opens her eyes wide.
-Maybe it's someone who needs help?-she says without much conviction.

"That's a good point," Sarah whispers back. "If there's any chance of that, we have to keep going. I couldn't live with myself if there were someone who needed help and I didn't do anything."

"W-w-we can't leave anyone behind," says Ronald solemnly.

"Then it's agreed," says Lionel. "We proceed."

Sarah nods, clutching his hand, and they lead the way onwards.

The cavern's immense nature grows more obvious as they walk for several further minutes in the darkness before they begin to see the outline of a wheelchair in the distance. As the flashlights begin to penetrate the gloom surrounding those rusting wheels there is a writhing in the ashen shadows beneath it which pool like some viscuous mobile liquid around the wheels yet never obstructing it. The wheelchair had been in motion, moving forward, but as the light approaches it there is a soft whimper as the wheelchair begins to slowly turn, near pivoting on the spot, although it should not be capable of doing so just as it should not be possible for a wheelchair to move so readily through the sandy soil.

"Oh no!" hisses Sarah, stepping back and pulling her father with her. "What if it's that wheelchair zombie lady? But how would she have gotten here? Does anyone have one of those sickle thingies?" She checks her pockets.

OOC,We had two of them on the helicopter, and [b]Sarah[/b] had one herself. Are they gone, or do we still have one?

Sarah has one and only one.

Sarah takes out her sickle and brandishes it in front of her, gripping it so hard her knuckles turn white. "If it is a zombie, this has the power to keep it at bay," she says, "or even control it."

-What is a zombie?- ask Agnes puzzled

The creature pauses within the shadows although the sickle seems to vibrate like a tuning fork now, as though desperately trying to hold on.

POW roll versus 18, please.

Sarah concentrates, but her mental strength is flagging.

"That's a zombie," whispers Lionel, pointing at the creature. He takes Sarah's arm and hustles her back the way they came. "Quick, retreat back to the intersection. Agnes, a zombie is a monster that used to be a living person, but is now a corpse that moves around and tries to eat people. It's...it's what poor Daniel turned into."

OOC,Do we still have any of those sacks of powder? I know [b]Sarah[/b] had one in a makeshift harness on her back.

Like if having huge monsters trying to destroy the world wasn't enouth, now Agnes discovered that in the future, the dead didn't stay dead. What happened to their souls? Or where just evil people?

"Young Jason became one too, after he was killed," adds Lionel. "He followed Ronald and Brianna back to your time, when we first met. Quickly, back the way we came." He and Sarah backtrack towards the intersection.

The wheelchair continues to slowly-oh-so-slowly turn around as Sarah's mental fortitude fails to weaken it significantly. The dust that covers her from the ruptured bag serves as a reminder of the makeshift container she had once held on her back. There may still be some powder in the bottom but likely little more than a single dose. At least she is likely protected somewhat from a zombie grappling with her.

But then ... what of that person who had dragged her down here?

Was that person human then? Or at least human-esque?

Sarah keeps focusing on repelling the thing in the wheelchair, sweat breaking out on her brow, as Lionel leads her away from it by the arm.

OOC,Can I try another roll?

Sarah's lack of focus seems to have little effect. Luckily the wheelchair bound thing seems to move slowly, creaking ever so slowly. They should be able to run away, though running in the darkness has its own risks. Of course, to see it ... that might be the thing ... to see it and to comprehend it might be the last big shock they can take. If, indeed, they can take any further shocks.

-It's better that we run...- say Agnes very nervous

"Yes, but not too fast," says Sarah, hurrying back to the intersection along with Lionel at the fastest safe speed. "We don't want to do ourselves an injury. Oh, why did we ever come this way?"

"Yes, we should have listened to the coin," says Lionel. "Too late now."

"Once we reach the intersection, we can't keep going. That leads to those steep stairs. It can't follow us, but it could wait at the top and trap us down there. Nor can we turn right and follow the bridge underneath. We may not be able to get through that way, and we'd be trapped again. I think our best chance is to go back the way we originally came and cross the bridge. It won't be able to climb up there at least." She shudders, holding back tears. "I really don't want to face that thing. I don't know how much more of this I can take..."

-Yes, of course- answers Agnes.
"I'm being chased by a wheelchair- I'm getting crazy!"