officercoleridge started following you.
“I keep guard at the Penitentiary. Try to keep the peace. It certainly kept me busy…” Frank crossed his arms, thinking. “I’m not sure what I’m doing here, but I know the guys there won’t appreciate me missing work.”
“Cool!” She seemed genuinely interested. “Hahah, yeah sounds pretty important.” She slipped her hands into her pockets, they were getting bored of just hanging. “Almost feel bad keeping you…” But the conversation was so… normal. Nothing weird, no mention of God, and certainly no mention of monsters.
Frank chuckled. “Don’t worry about that— I’ve got bigger problems keeping me from work. I suppose the biggest of them all is I can’t find one damn exit in this entire town that I can still use.” Frank indicated towards the town as he spoke, sounding a little exasperated, though he still tried to sound light-hearted. He knew he wasn’t the only one stuck here. “I suppose I’ll find something sooner or later, if I keep looking.” He shrugs and turns back towards Heather. “So, if you don’t mind me asking, where were you headed before you came out here for ‘fresh air’?”
Heather nodded. “It has a habit of doing that…” She shifted her hands a bit, being stuck in this town seemed to be a thing that just kept happening, just like the man that Douglas had been searching for… It was scary, the town seemed to eat people. “Huh? Oh, yeah. To be honest… I’m staying with some one, and I feel like the more I stay the more I’ll want to punch him in the face.” She grinned innocently. “So I was going to see if any shops still had some good magazines.”
