Piling up as much debris as they could, Caleb now peaked through the small window into the dining area. "Figures this would turn into something like this," he thought.
"Dude please tell me you know what to do," Adam exclaimed as he pressed his weight against the door. "I mean, you gotta right? This probably like a Thursday night for you usually." Cakeb raised an eyebrow, he had a gut feeling what this was. He just hated the idea of being the 'haunted object expert'. "If I were a betting man I'd say it's either a demon or a ghost," he stated. "But I usually see those on Wednesday."
"Seriously?!"
"No I'm fucking with you Adam," Caleb sighed. Quickly checking over his supplies, the young hunter noted his two 9mm pistols with several reserve clips, a few runes, a pair of Bowie knives, and a sawed off shotgun with a couple extra shells. Not a plethora of equipment but enough to at least get everyone out safely. "Well I think I can at least get us out safely," he said. "But I'm going to need some supplies from the jeep to finish these things off."
"Remind me never to complain about you being prepared ever again," Gloria stated, drawing a small smile from her boyfriend. "Okay," Adam stated. "So what's our next move?" As Caleb was about to answer, Felicia screamed. Turning in alarm the group prepared to fight, only to be surprised by two figures limping out of the darkness. Caleb at first believed them to be animatronics, only to realize the pair were soldiers. "Wait a minute? The Normal?!"
"Dont shoot," one of the soldiers yelled. Caleb and the others were surprised by this. The Normal obviously followed the group here, meaning they were most likely trying to ambush them. Instead though, it seemed they were the victims of an ambush. Both soldiers were haggard, their uniforms torn and bleeding. Looking into the two men's eyes told Caleb that they were not expecting demonic animatronics. "Start talking," Caleb stated. "What are you doing here?"
"I'd think it would be pretty obvious," one of the men said as he supported his partner. Caleb could see this soldier was at least able to walk, his partner though appeared to be bleeding heavily from a nasty gash to his leg. "Wbat are you doing Private," the injured man barked. "Trying to save our ass Sarge," the other soldier replied angrily. "The squads wiped out! We wanna get out alive we're going to need their help!"
"Fucking traitor," the Sarge barked. "The Boss will kill you for this." Without warning the Sarge now pushed the Private away wrestling a pistol from his fellow soldier. As he looked to fire, Gloria furrowed her brow as her ring began to glow.
The others were shocked as the changes overtook the Sarge. In mere seconds the group watched as the man began to age in reverse. The man's wounds healing instantly, his grizzled features softening. The Private watched as Sarge quickly raced backwards through his 30s and 20s becoming a lanky teenager with a smooth face, the man's once impressive physique withering into a lanky frame of a near adolescent before shrinking into childhood. The pistol immediately became too heavy, the now young child unable to hold the weapon as he found himself tangled in his once fitted uniform. As the spell completed, the Private simply gawked at small boy who looked maybe a year old. "Unless you want to join him in daycare," Gloria grumbled. "Then I suggest working together to get out of here"
The Private nodded, scooping the small toddler up and wrapping him in his uniform. "Yeah," he stammered. "I can do that but, a few of the team might still be alive. We could only confirm three KIA."
"And how many on the team?"
"Eight," the Private stated. Caleb nodded, sighing as he now glanced back into the dining room. The animatronics were gone yet he could hear music wafting through the building. Obviously they were on the move, meaning the group would be dealing with Five animatronics and possibly three more Normal soldiers that may or may not be willing to help. "Just once I'd like an easy day without complications."
"So what are you thinking," Felicia asked.
"Well," Caleb stated. "Gonna need you and Gloria casting spells. Not sure if these things are possessed by demons or ghosts. Regardless, your spells should at least stun them while we try to get out." Caleb now turned to Adam, reaching behind his back before tossing the massive college athlete his shotgun. "You know how to use this?"
"Point the loud end at the bad guy and pull the trigger."
Caleb nodded, handing his spare shells to Adam as he flipped the safety off his pistols. "Alright," he said, gazing at the group before him. "Stay close and don't get separated. We're getting out of here."