There were several alarms blaring from somewhere deeper inside the site which only confirmed her suspicions that they were too late to do much more than dispose of any remains. She'd felt this way since they'd silently drove through an absolute mess of a car park with vehicles and broken suitcases strewn about like one hell of a tornado had just passed.
No bodies though... how odd.
A chill seemed to go through the whole team as they passed under the slightly work sign declaring Creech Lamlock to be the "sunniest holiday park in Kirport County". The dark grey skies they'd been driving through since entering the county suggested otherwise but the weather was the leas of their concerns.
According to their Intel they were looking for a Styrman - human remains reanimated by a lightening strike, usually seeks out its old life and often becomes violent upon realising what it is and that its former life is now impossible to return to. Though they hadn't seen any scorch marks at that point, they couldn't rule anything out til they'd seen the whole site.
The moment they stepped out of the van, the scent of ozone and singed hair drifted on the wind. Either a fresh storm was coming or the Styrman was close by. They split into three teams-one to tackle the caravan area, one for the entertainment centre and one to secure the car park.
She was among the caravan group and dreading every second of having to check inside, outside and underneath each and every mobile home they passed. The constant trilling, beeping and whining of multiple alarms only set them further on edge, made them careless about checking before entering.
Roof, underside, ceiling, left, right and confirm a clear site to proceed.
In an ideal scenario it would be quiet enough for them to hear crackling flesh and the static purr of lungs slowly burning but today was far from ideal. Today they rushed into every caravan to shut the alarms off and focus on the sounds outside without even considering that they were making their positions far too clear.
She only heard the Styrman's hiccuped, choking gasps mere moments after snoozing her ninth alarm which barely gave her time to hide beneath the folded out sofa bed before a pair of burning feet stepped over the threshold, letting go of her coworker - Jerry or Jeremy, she tried not to learn any new names - with a disinterested thump before turning slowly around to search for the silenced phone.
It had planned this.
They weren't supposed to be capable of planning at such a late stage in decomposition but they way it deliberately grabbed her coworker's body and walked towards the table where the phone innocently lay. It used his hand to swipe open the phone and set a new alarm before dropping the dead man and walking away again.
She heard it stop outside and realised that it was waiting for her to make a move.
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