[Lovebite]

The flurry of movement once the ambulance and other officers arrived always found a way to overwhelm him, he stood out in the den then, standing guard with one of the more seasoned of the division. Off away from the action and staring at the eerily still field of corn, it made his stomach ache as he thought about that thing they had saw. They stood only partly safe in the farmhouse, all the lights were on and they were just waiting now.

Next thing he knew, they were all outside, Frank and Catherine looking after the house, in the wide open farm the house felt almost like an unreachable base. Though being outside of it made every one of his senses kick into full gear, with danger possibly every few feet, he had resorted to keeping his mouth shut. Not wanting any thing to happen to any of them, he kept alert on the edge of the group, his flashlight beaming through the stalks and casting long shadows along his walking path.

It felt as if there wasn't only one trail, the goo dripped randomly, though in thick consistency, he gagged lightly and swallowed back vomit. Making sure to do his best not to step in it, he grimaced,"What is this shit?" He complained, looking up to see how much longer it seemed to go though from what he could tell, there was no end in sight.