Where to now?

Who: Ian
When: Evening
Where: Bus station, near Trowbridge Par

The smell of blood was like a big welcoming committee, hi Ian, welcome home.

Ian wasn't quite used to that sort of smell being so prevalent outside of crime scene or something a little more closed off but with every sharp gust of wind he smelled a new type of blood. It was like he'd imagine a battle zone would smell like but this was a tiny little town. Tasty! Or Foreboding?

Darryll stepped off the bus behind him - or appeared, whichever - groaning as he looked around. "If I wasn't dead, Ian. I'd be freezing out here. What the fuck is this place? Santa's workshop?" He went on rambling but Ian wasn't listening to his moping and complaining. Instead he strolled away, trailing his fingers over a nearby wall. There were no signs anywhere, nothing that told him where to go. He hated that, it made him feel lost. What if he'd been wrong? How many towns were around Lake Superior? Could he make it to Canada?

"I wanna go home, Ian," Darryll complained behind him. "I wanna go home where the sun shines and the ocean is blue. Blue, Ian."

"Shut up," Ian told him sharply. "I'm looking. Trying to find out where we're supposed to go. There's... This is where I'm supposed to be. But I don't know where to now. Where to now?" He got a few odd looks from the other passengers leaving the bus but it wasn't like he really noticed, too used to it for it to really register anymore. Instead he hoisted his backpack up on his shoulder and stalked down the street. He wasn't dressed for this place, his messy denim jacket too thin to be worn over a sleeveless top, but that shit only mattered if he was alive.

He hadn't walked for long when he saw a park up ahead. This definitely perked him up some because parks often had messages! Unfortunately they tended to have ghosts too but if he made an effort in ignoring them maybe they wouldn't realize he could see them. People just tended to die in parks, it was incredibly annoying. How hard was it to stick to jogging in the daytime? Not that Ian was complaining, oh no. He liked those late night joggers just fine.

One thing bothered him so far and that was the fact that there didn't seem to be anyone outside save for those few passengers who had arrived with him. Maybe it was always like that, nobody walking around after dark, just a small town with scared little people peering outside from behind their curtains. How the hell was he going to eat? He hoped he was just in a slow part of town and that this wasn't a little suburb type of place where people cowered inside their houses and whispered about every new person who showed up. The longer he walked he realized it probably wasn't. The town didn't look all that small.

He slipped into the park, realizing Darryll was gone and that alone definitely improved his mood quite a bit. He wasn't really seeing anything there that indicated there were messages for him but he had quite a few hours before sunrise and he was certain he'd find something. Why else had he been led here?