Maxwell was studying the area where you had come from. As Conner speaks, he follows Conner's gaze to where the figure vanished. The man is purposeful as he scans for movement. The ghoul's own movement is slow and steady, carefully avoiding twigs to snap. The stocky man had great domain awareness. He gestures to his own eyes and then to the left, indicating that he would watch that side of the path. The ghoul proceeds with care.
You continue to move until Maxwell drops to his knees. He makes a slow press of his hand down to the floor behind him in Conner's direction. Maxwell carefully sets the shotgun down behind a gravestone. Maxwell does not look back at Conner. His eyes are locked at something out in the darkness of the gently sloping hill. Something that you cannot see. You see only headstones half - swallowed by grassy ground. Long swathes of deep shadow, untouched by light.
Maxwell slowly and deliberately flips the safety tab on his knife sheathe and draws the spear head size dagger into his right hand.
The radio remains silent. The silence seems to stretch over the damp night.
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