We Don't Go To Ravenholm- Oh Wait, Looks Like We Do

[acts_of_gord]

The Milliways portal door is a capricious, fickle thing. It had opened for Gordon earlier when he'd tripped over the charred, blackened remains of a lurking zombie while firing a sawblade into its still-mobile companion. Then it'd gone and opened again, back to Ravenholm, just as he was leaning forward to check and see whether the zombie that'd loomed over him before had gone.

The blade had flown true and eradicated the zombie threat, but in the moonlight that trickled through the cracks in the boarded-up window and badly patched roof, Gordon could see he still wasn't alone...

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[acts_of_gord]

Nobody can really say just how long it takes to battle across the graveyard to the equipment shed at the far end. It's probably best not to think too much on that time anyway. Gordon's got enough experience with this sort of thing to know there are patches of time you don't want to remember in too much detail.

But they reach the shed eventually, and Father Grigori hastens to unlock the gate to the mines. "Farewell, the both of you," says the priest, glancing towards the graveyard proper. "I fear I deliver you to a darker place. May the Light of Lights be with you. Look to your own salvation."

He steps back into the shadows, one hand raised in benediction. It doesn't last long, as he needs both hands to work his gun.

"This way," says Gordon as Father Grigori fires. "The faster we're out of here the better."