[Lovebite]

Chauncey's neck hair stood on end, he stopped briefly at the rustle and looked toward the field though nothing popped up at them and he was almost glad for it staying hidden, whatever it was. He jogged to catch up with Antonio, standing beside him again and sticking with him as they approached the truck, not one to be the lone wolf even after academy training,"Careful." He added as his partner stepped toward the side of the vehicle and he went around himself to the other side, taking a breath to keep his finger from getting itchy against the trigger of his standard issue 9m.

He didn't know if they would be finding a survivor or a body at the sight of the car, there was blood, not a lot but enough to be worrisome, the man walked around to the front of the car and grimaced as he felt something squelch beneath his boot,"Fuck..." He complained, not wanting to look down to see what it was, though he did finally as he lifted his foot once more, gagging at the sight of whatever slime coated the floor and now the bottom of his shoe,"That's rancid..."

The other man lifted his gun again toward the sound of the barking, eyes widening at the sound, he wondered what had the dog so spooked,"Maybe it's a vacuum..." He half-joked, glancing to Antonio slightly and stepping back out toward the gravel driveway, dragging his foot to get the foul smelling goo off of his foot, joking helped him stay focused and not panicked as he most likely would have been without them. Until the dog stopped and his eyes were drawn back to the cornfield, shaking his head, "I'm not going in there."

Their eyes met and then went toward the goo again, brows knit together,"Yeah. Anywhere but the fucking corn." he muttered and looked toward the yellow field again, holstering his gun and keeping a hand rested on it,"Should I call? What was her name again?"