Kyle is throttling Price in his mind, punching the man's idiocy out of him, because who in God's name sends his men out on a mission to an abandoned cellar in the middle of the fucking forest?

Kyle mutters curses under his breath as he pushes back brush with the back of his hand, spotting to Godforsaken home with the cellar in the basement. He cirles the perimeter, spotting a way into the cellar from outside rather than finding the way into the cellar on the inside.

He crouches, taking his flashlight out before he wraps his hands around the handles of the doors, pulling open and groaning with the effort.

When the doors finally open, he coughs at the musty scent. A chill runs through him and he immediately knows he's not alone here.