We stopped at an old church with boards up where there should have been stained glass windows. Litter and more than one half-full trash bag occupied the ground at the base of the building. Together, we walked inside.
Looks like we’re taking a formerly religious pitstop.
Is this where we’re supposed to meet up with the rest of the gang, or are we just stopping here to stitch up Brian?
Regent was perched on the lip of the stage beneath the altar. Tattletale sat on the back of one of the benches, her feet resting on the seat. Bitch paced at the rear of the church, the point farthest from the front door, and her dogs moved like gargantuan silhouettes in the darkness of the aisles.
Howdy, everyone!
If it weren’t for the light filtering in between the plywood on the windows, I wasn’t sure I would have known they were there.
Sounds like it’s quite dark in here, besides that little bit of light.
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