Sure, when it's autumn, wind always wants to creep up and haunt you...

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Most nights lately Kid has only just made it in before lockdown. Tonight isn't an exception, rushing in with an empty pack and gasping for air. He slams the door behind him, collapsing against it and sliding to the floor; the locks click not a full minute after.

He stays on the floor, unable or unwilling--or maybe most accurately both--to move from his spot.

As far as noticing anyone else in the building...Kid is a little busy.

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It's the slam of the door that wakes him, body jerking from where it's been propped against a corner of the next room. There's a powerful feeling of disorientation as well as adrenaline that comes with the jolt into consciousness, like awakening from a particularly intense nightmare. Undertaker blinks his eyes a few times, gaze darting around in an attempt to make sense of his surroundings, trying to recall the last thing he remembered.

Snow and the faint howl of the wind moving through empty buildings. Obsessive thoughts. A lingering paranoia that made him check the back of his shoulder on occasion.

He doesn't remember how he made it inside of a building. There's a large gap in his mind that's concerning. As hard as he tries, nothing comes out of wracking his brain and only causes a faint, throbbing pain to creep up in his temples. But he knows he must still be somewhere in Norfinbury; he finds his pack sitting near his feet, but with a sinking feeling he discovers it's empty of most of the items he'd spent all those days collecting.

With a quiet curse, he picks it up and grips the wall with one hand, rising to his feet. Ah, but wait--he'd been awoken by a sound, he's sure of it. And that means he may not be alone right now. Using his hand as his guide, he creeps along the unsteady floorboards until he finds a doorway and listens.