"Hey! What the hell, man!" Grant yells at you but you are already out of the car. He watches you in disbelief as you quickly walk over up your porch and try to figure out how to open the boarded door. He is free to follow or do as he wishes yet he just stays in the car, probably too immobilized by the horrors you two have witnessed already. Damn, you think to yourself, I know they keep a key under the mat but that doesn't help too much when the whole door is just blocked up.
You try to take one of the wooden planks out, careful not to get your hand caught on a loose rusty nail. No doubt dad had done this in a rush judging by how sloppy it is... "Come on man, hurry up!" Grant yells again through the missing place in the car where the passenger door would be. Instead of yelling back and getting caught in some pointless shouting match, you hold your hand up to as if silently requesting him to shut the fuck up. You lift up the welcome mat and find a different key underneath. Knowing dad, he must've put in some other way to get in the house and this has to be it... This one opens a door in the back, there's a gate but it shouldn't be too hard to get their attention from there... "Grant I gotta keep finding a way to get in here, my parents seem to be safe at least..."
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