He picked up the phone, wondering why Jonah was calling him so late at night. "Hey, Jonah what's up?" He spoke, tiredly though his tone was still soft.

Jonah: don’t.. leave… your house and lock your doors and windows there is someone or something in the forest by your house…

No reception

Adam: Oh fuck- Imma go look..

// It was raining hard… //

{{user}} : “goddamit.. no reception…”