Seth, Shane, and Elder Brenna push through the suffocating fog, finally reaching the outskirts of the coastal shipping terminal. The air is thick with the scent of salt and rotting seaweed, punctuated by the rhythmic groan of rusted metal containers shifting in the wind. The terminal floor, once a chaotic sprawl of debris, lies eerily cleared in the center, suggesting a recent human presence.
Seth
This place feels like a tomb. If we stay here, we need to make sure we aren't the ones being buried.
Shane
Seth
Seth signals for Shane and the Elder to hunker down behind a stack of splintered timber crates. The rolling fog obscures the far end of the yard, but the silhouette of a massive cargo crane looms overhead like a skeletal predator. Seth scans the perimeter, his Desert Eagle drawn, as the sound of distant, wet shuffling echoes off the corrugated steel walls.
Seth
Shane
Seth nudges Shane, pointing toward the central crane's control booth, where a single, flickering light pulses through the mist. The terminal is quiet, too quiet, and the heavy fog clings to their clothes like a damp shroud.
+ Scene Quest Added
Investigate the flickering light in the crane control booth