The basement was funky-smelling, a mix of rotting flesh and body oder hanging around the area. It was quiet, save for the sound of Thomas' hacking on a dead body, grunting once in a while. It was nearly dinner time, prompting Thomas to assume someone would come get him soon for a nice human meal... Luda Mae was in the kitchen stirring the pot, Hoyt (who use to be Charlie) was already at the table impatiently waiting, and Monty was in his wheelchair in the living room.