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After a bit of deliberation, Lee decides on investigating the backdoor of the house. Maybe somebody inside could help. However, as he walks through the yard, he stops halfway, gripping the shotgun as he turns and looks up at the treehouse. He narrows his eyes at it, debating to keep investigating.
But he digresses, and turns to approach the door.
He limps up the steps, reaches the door, and sets the shotgun on the ground. "Hello...? Anybody inside?" He lightly raps his fist against the glass. "I could use a little help!"
No response. Lee raises an eyebrow as he tries to slide the door open -- and to his surprise, the door is unlocked. He opens it, and slowly lumbers inside. "I'm comin' in... don't shoot, okay? I'm not an intruder -- or one of them."
No response. The light from outside illuminates part of the darkened interior -- showing overturned furniture, an askew bookcase with a huge pile on the floor, and a shattered potted plant to his direct left. To his right, a path leading to a kitchen, with a large blood smear on the floor heading in.
Lee briefly stumbles back a step, looking surprised. His stomach churns, as he processes what he's seen.
He backpedals, reaching outside to pick up the shotgun in case of any danger. Returning back to the living room, Lee's eyes wander around the home. "What happened here...?"
The man raises an eyebrow. "Sounds like an answering machine."
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